They go out one morning
in beating the crowds
they have the look of wine
when sometimes their eyes water
they have no color
no soft flag
then they hang a little
like lost ships
they have the habit of the poor
and the look of the King
they have no party
their tired mouth
that there was a time
the popular singing
they have no hope
have no raised fist
under the colors that dance
cheap people
they do not have the fortune
and when they have drunk too much
they hardly their hand
to piss on
stranded (x 2)
We have to put us on the sides
there is more space on the market
has your look lost
we see humanity
stranded evening
you would see the dance
those who make the sidewalk
does not have a broken heart
and if anything the sun
in their daybreak
What you have to believe here is ???
have eaten our love
stranded (x3)