And then tomorrow... (1980)

Darky nights, mourning eyes, chilling days
Shallow, lingering waters in the bays
Tomorrow comes when I shall die
Who will ever remain to cry?

Were I blessed to be a saint

I would not share this fear to faint
Were I a well-known artist
My name would stay amongst the highest

But I've slipped like a shadow

Lonely grave among my fellows
Stony bones and my heart broken

And then tomorrow I shall die

And not a son 'pon me to flourish

(redigido nos tempos de antanho em que eu sabia falar bem inglês...)

Ana Redondo