When marching without other purpose
No more past, tomorrow broken down
In the cold nothing of the street
When the words no longer exist
When hope is forgotten, dissolute
When the alcohol doesn't even make me drunk any more1
Remain the tormented sentences
Of the phrases that are being thrown away before giving up
And the last shall be the first
In the other reality
We will be the princes of eternity
A ticket on the side walk
In a newspaper of other stories
A random ray of sun
An abandoned flower
That others have left behind2
Not new enough, not enough
When your place is on the outside
Remains nothing but these phrases like treasure islands
An abandoned flower
And the last shall be the first
In the other reality
We will be the princes of eternity
1. This sentence can also be: "When even alcohol doesn't (can't) get me drunk any more"2. Or "put aside"