Otra historia
Bbs Paranoicos
Another Story
It's true I lost faith
no matter how hard I try
can't believe
living in community doesn't cancel
your will.
if you were to feel again
if you were to express more
if you were to start living you would leave everything
if you dare to dream
and today you can't take it anymore.
if you could escape
you would leave everything
nothing remains, nothing, nothing
again in depression
another quiet afternoon
nothing, nothing more
just a little freedom
in the middle of the city...
I stay dead in the promenade
no one sees
the noise rusts my memory
anger
crowds grow on the sidewalks
nothing
no one matters, no one lives alone.
if you were to be born again
to start anew
if I could remember
a kind gesture
I would tell another story...
