You wake up everyday feeling like you want to puke.
You cough, you spit. It's a nightmare or it's reality?
You wake up feeling the wreck into your chest.
This's one more day trying to lose yourself.
In the streets, you walk counting your steps.
You would rather move to back.
You have tattooed on your shaved head
that the only woman who you have loved
was someone else's wife.
“My mother, the only woman who I have loved”.
You have that phrase tattooed on your shaved head.
Through your childhood dreams,
you came into a world that seems unreal.
Now, you know that your glassy eyes
will never shine again.
And when night falls,
you fear what will be.
Today is over,
but tomorrow everything will start again.
You have tattooed on your shaved head
that the only woman who you have loved
was someone else's wife.
“My mother, the only woman who I have loved”.
You have that phrase tattooed on your shaved head.