The taverns outside the city are still open as in the past
But the people who went there to drink inside or outside are all dead
Some have gone due to age, some because He's already a doctor
And he's chasing maturity, he's married, he's making a career and
It's a slightly worse death
They fall like leaves or drunk on the streets they have chosen
Of ancient anger all that remains is a phrase or some gesture
I don't know if they excuse the past for youth or for mistake
I don't know if it's still alive in them, if m ' they meet by
Strength, curiosity or fear
Now I get up late every day, I always get up in the morning
The cards then the coffee from the station to neutralize wine
But I have no excuses to make, I no longer say I'm a poet
I have no utopias to realize, staying in bed the next day
It's perhaps my only one meta
The magical dawn on the hill always rises slowly as it once did
But when I look at it I no longer feel what I felt before
Thieves and prophets of the future have taken a lot away from me
br/>The day is always a little darker, maybe because it's
it's history, maybe because I'm getting older
But the streets are full of an anger that screams louder every day
The flowers have fallen and left only symbols of death
Tell me if I should be stoned if I hide more and more
But everyone has their stone ready and the first one, don't deny it You would throw it to me I'm more famous than in that time when you knew me No more friends, I have a audience that listens to the songs you believed in
And maybe they laugh at me, but deep down I have a pure conscience
Don't laugh if I say this, those who have hatred in their hearts laugh
And in fear lies
But you must not believe that this has changed my life
It's a small thing from yesterday that will already be over tomorrow
I'm always here to live on me, I have enough from my days
I have from glory what I can, that is something that will go soon
Almost like money in my pocket
You wouldn't believe it I've almost closed everyone I go out on adventures
Not because I'll get my head straight, but out of boredom or fear
I don't spend desperate nights over what I've done or what I've had
Things that are gone are gone and I only have remorse
The opportunities I have missed
The taverns outside the city are still open as they once were
But the people who went there to drink inside or outside are It's all dead
Someone went to train, some to follow reason
Some because they're tired of playing, drinking wine
Getting into disrepute and it's a death a little worse

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