In 90' I wrote to love
and misery made me silence
my belly began to rule,
it was insolent, forgive me
my poetry was a little more vulgar,
She was not very wise, she repeated a phrase
which she then controlled.
I saw Fito sitting in a bar
with a Bic loaded with alcohol
his belly started to rule
and he ordered him to leave,
he was hanging , he couldn't coordinate
he saw our prophets,
dressed as horsemen riding to another place,
riding towards the end,
he repeated the same phrase and an agent silenced him.
In the 90's I sang rock and roll,
underground was my color
a fan of marginalization,
I represented a few,
they chanted their resignation,
what beautiful days,
we broke stadiums singing the old prayer.
2005 and I'm going for a walk
with my new Ford Pluton,
probably to the former Luna Park
where there is a decoration shopping center
I have already improved my social condition,
I'm married, my house needs new furniture
Coming home, I saw the people of the 90'
singing the old prayer,
I'm getting out of this car
My silence was betrayal,
metaphors are useless when the nation dies,
those crazy people scream, they scream like I scream now.
Sons of bitches, sons of bitches.
I can't do anything, whore
sons of a bitch, sons of a bitch.
As nothing I can do, I bitch.
When silence gains a place,
As nothing I can do, I bitch.
all the keys will only close,
As nothing I can do bitch
our strength is no longer enough,
I can't do anything like bitch
sons of bitches, sons of bitches.

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