And in 150 years, we won't remember
Your first wrinkle, our bad choices
The life that fucks us, all those arms traders
The guys who vote the laws over there on the government,
This world that grows, this world that screams,
The time going on, the melancoly,
The warmth of the kisses and this rain that flows
And the hurted love and everything that drive us
So smile.
In 150 years, we won't remember
The agedness, their signs of the cross,
The child who dies, the third world valleys,
that bastard hunter that shot the dove,
How beautiful you were, the
The years without sleep, 100 millions of starving people
The reclosing doors after seeing you cry,
The solemn race which condemns without blinking,
So smile.
And in 150 years, we won't even think
About what we loved, about what we lost
Let's drink up our glasses for the thieves of the street!
Finish all in the earth, my God! What a disappointment.
And look at those skeletons that look at us awry
And don't you bother, don't fight them,
It won't remain anything of us for them, neither anything of them
I would give my hand to cut or to burn
So smile.
And in 150 years, my love, you and me,
We'll be, dancing slowly, birds on the cross,
In this ball of the classed, and I see it completely,
Maybe we'll be passed away soon, a wreck
But there's nothing else to say, I don't want making you believe anything,
My love, my love, I'll be sick for you
But there's nothing else to say, I don't want making you believe anything,
My love, my love, I'll be sick for you
But what do you want?