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As the wise people say, it's always dark upstairs.
Your lips dry out and everything,
everything is offered to you.
It's embarrassing to see,
the metamorphosis of the neighborhood kid.
Who now appears in the newspaper
and seeks to be a rocker, denying his ruins,
chapping that from now on he takes cocoa.
Hanging on the arm of a cheap cat,
who gives him from the plate (cooked and served)
the potato that helps increase the terrible pressure...
Pressure!!! Pressure!!!
The same thing is always going to happen (the old woman always clarifies);
The work will be an abyss,
if you enter anyone's game,
from any idiot.
Who hasn't been an easy target for being innocent and believing in people?
Despair, despair, nothing is enough for you anymore
and on top of that they made you fall into their traps.
They don't give you revenge, only nerves remain
and the fear of being left under this avalanche.
And everything helps you increase...
When there is something , there is something to lose.