Good guys, we're my friends,
all poets us of ?? 56,
walking in a world that gives way,
life is only acrobatics!
We walk on the edge of the sky
more than a hundred meters from the asphalt,
we are a point, there at the top,
flags in the city wind!
Staying standing is almost a magic,
among so many scams and a lot of hypocrisy,
let's go on without ever looking down,
you can not go back!
We walk in disarray in a world
that is about to touch the bottom,
suspended in time, in crisis from an eternity ..
I live as I can, my friend,
I do not know who I am or who will be me:
my future is a few more meters in there,
I only follow my path!
We walk on the edge of the sky
it can fall from one moment to another,
suspended in time, moved to the city wind!
We are elsewhere,
far from where?
Come from a long winter,
directly from hell!
All of us good guys!
All of us who are in pieces!
On these roads so many people,
roads that lead to nothing!
Shiny vehicles, sad means,
all of us, poor christs,
in these heartless years,
of this life always the same!
All of us, good guys
All of us, we're in pieces!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)