Red moon, seas, tequila
leaves thrown in the fire
red moon, red port
you have done something to me
I saw many who lived for fun
I saw others too who took it seriously
and were dragged and are horribly being dragged
and they paid dearly for it in the end
With the black clothes, speechless they smoke, the friends
and are dreaming of going away
the friends who found nothing to love
who don't believe anything, anyone, anywhere
There are a thousand ways to go crazy
there are as much more [ways] to say "patience"
but for me it's too late to go crazy
and it's even latest to have patience
I will stay here and I will exist as I can
and for your spite, pigs, I will endure
I will be waiting [for] other days