My blood runs through your veins
my voices sound in your ear
Go, my boy, go,
Don't land on the street
Remember, you can always count on my soul
There are no fears, today time washed my wounds
He carries the whole weight on his shoulders
that he should never have had
his wine gets warm on the bar
of a kitchen which is not his
Life is impatient and watches him with disdain
and his heart makes boom, boom, boom
Scratch and scratch
he doesn't find anything
there are piranhas in his pockets.