This post has quotes of the original song (in Spanish).
This song is the song of my people.
It is about a guy saying he's about to go to sleep but never actually doing it, because there's so much content and so many interesting activities, something that I've experienced for most of my adult life, if not my whole adult life.
It starts with really good intentions:
Once de la noche,
buena hora, excelente hora, mañana me levanto a las ocho.
Ya estoy comido y aún tengo tiempo para hacer algo
y dormir lo necesario
Eleven at night,
nice hour, excellent hour, tomorrow I get up at eight.
I've already eaten, there's still time to do something
and get the sleep I need
Then guilt, but also reassurance:
Dos a.m.
seis horas todavía suman descanso decente,
es ahora o nunca, antes voy nomás a pellizcar un recital al aire libre
de Hall and Oates
Two a.m.
six hours still count as a decent night's sleep.
It's now or never, though first I'm just going to catch a bit of an outdoor
Hall and Oates concert.
Guilt turns into anxiety:
Las cuatro catorce
Tengo un kilo de ansiedad
Al menos, no es poco
El computador logré apagar
Four fourteen.
I've got a ton of anxiety.
At least, and it's not a small feat,
I managed to turn off the computer.
Then the realization that there's nothing much to do now:
A las cinco soy puro pánico silente,
mañana, ya veo.
No voy a valer un cobre,
seré un estropajo,
y el día toca largo.
By five, I'm nothing but silent panic.
Tomorrow... well, I'll see.
I won't be worth a penny,
I'll be a dishrag.
And it's going to be a long day.
My favorite part is the ending (not included in the lyrics above), when the guy is angry and in panic, and the singing, that has been quiet and chill since the begining starts slowly showing signs of desperation, then a fit of rage directed at the clock, to end begging to the sun not to come up.
Please give it a listen.
