There is everything that goes up, goes down
Go, come
Start, finish
The sense of existence
And its inevitable end
Only die, do not expect anything else.
This game of appearances
of monotonous survival
Of traces left by those who are no longer
The history of a past, added to the value of silences.
Pauses that separate and overcome
The verses of my song
I do it the same but different
I do not accept applause for compassion.
There are so many dreams that end
And hope vanishes
Your conscience is damaged, in the midst of loneliness
You want to give up and there are tears.
Pauses that separate and overcome
the verses of my song
I do it the same but different
I do not accept applause for compassion.
Sometimes I absent myself from my feelings
To focus on the reason
You murdered at that time
All the illusion.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)