Red moon, seas of tequila
leaves (that are) thown into the fire
red moon, red seaport
you did something to me
I saw many people who lived for fun
and I saw others who took it seriously
and they got troubled and are still in deep trouble
and in the end it cost them dearly.
With the black clothes, friends smoke speechless,
and they dream of going far away.
Those friends who found nothing to love
who believe in nothing, nobody, nowhere.
There exist a thousand ways to go crazy
and another as many (ways) to say “Patience”
but it is too late for me to go crazy
and even more late to be patient.
I will remain here and exist as I can
and for your stubborness, pigs, I will endure
I will await different days.