At a coffee shop of bums
surrounded by boozers
a robber crying
remembers his loved one.
Meanwhile the musicians
play...
playing their instruments
fill...
fill with sad accents
the crowded coffee shop
where brave robbers
sadly dream...
sadly dream with money.
With your sumptuous looking
you made...
you made a great show
you swindled me
like to an ordinary fool.
And in the same way
you made...
you made me quarrel
and to make things worse
I robbed for your loving
you fooled me like a child
but that debt...
but that debt will be payed
Since your end is written
it's easy to imagine
soon you'll end up
in the hands of a guy.
And when gets wrinkled
that...
that boastful body
some...
some dark guy
will be on charge to call you
Nobody wants the banner
if it's...
if it's long the procession.