Look back
There's no way to change our past
Transfer our present would be a victory
And then?
If in the game of life
We can't avoid the trash
The swindle of our enemies
Our silence takes part of the swindle

Maybe the marked cards
Are the answers to a perfect future

The majority don't see
They just regret before they fight
A silent crowd is part of the game

At the end of the day
Noises disturb my sleep
Again it will be a long night
In my mind the movie repeats
Lost lives in overdoses
Lamentations, suffering
There's an ashtray on the table
The cigarrette smoke reveals desillusion
Imagens appear in my mind
A drunken cause they habitat
Everything starts again