Kid gets up like every morning.
Kid looks in the mirror. There's something strange in his look.
Kid, for the first time in a long time, he didn't eat breakfast.
Kid says goodbye? Yes to mom? as if she were already a stranger.
Lad goes down stairs without knowing that today destiny was in charge.
Lad without fault of anything, lad, lad just studying.
Lad crosses the street full of life, he doesn't know that it was ending.
The boy only wanted and thought about marrying the girl.
But he went up? to the wagon of misfortune,
in which life became fallacy.
One man built that train, another destroyed it?.
The reason why? only god.
What? Are they to blame for that resentment?
And for living here? What? Is it my fault?
The boy arrives at the station platform along with hundreds of souls.
The boy with the ticket in hand, the one that always brought him and carried him,
but Fate wanted this morning that kid, that kid didn't come back.
A coward put the backpack on while death was getting up early.
One man made that train, another destroyed it?.
Why ?, only God knows the reason.
What? Are they to blame for that resentment?
And for living here? What? Is it my fault?
But unfortunately there are those who don't care about boys or girls.
But unfortunately there are those who don't care about anything.
But unfortunately there are those who carry loaded backpacks
of hatred against the human race, of resentment, of apprehension, of revenge.
One man built that train, another destroyed it?.
Only God knows the reason why.
What? Are they to blame for that resentment?
And for living here? What? Am I to blame?
What? Was it his fault?
What? Am I to blame?
What? It's your fault??
?What? Are you to blame?