When I was young they called us the hawks
and we had shares in companies destined to succeed.
In one night we destroyed a tower
and lost a hundred airplanes
in missions with a dramatic end.
Where did so many reasons go?
ask the balconies and terraces
that dominate the city.
A jailer keeps me in this time,
I treasure the memories
of my long-awaited tax haven.
And while time passes another day...
And while time passes another day...
another day...

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