[Speak:]
I have many thoughts that make me write
Several times, I pick up the pen like a blade
Slowly I dissect my whole life
Moments resurface that I can't forget
I'm sorry that I didn't listen to my parents
What they gave me, a name held by saints
Nothing is more important than family
I try to hold them close no matter what happens
I'm sorry that I no longer pass home
To stay together at the same table
To tell you how much I love you
In pursuit of money, I forgot to cherish you
And for home, you give me hope
You make me pay attention to only what matters
I'm sorry that I didn't escort my grandparents
On the final road, into the sunset
[Alex Velea:]
If I hadn't been, you would have wanted me to be
I'm sorry, it's still not too late
To make a change, for everyone
To go further without question marks
[Speak:]
The pen still cuts, I'm panicking
I take another sheet, write what I think
About them, with sincerity
Awaiting excuses, awaiting facts
I have a handful of brothers that make me feel loved
On that long road, together we've begun
One crazier than the other, we wound up together
We share the same dream sought by others
I'm sorry, for the worse days
Without feeling like anything, mean and unfunny
Talk, without the intention to do bad
Scattered nerves, I regret them, I'm sorry
Taken refuge, far away from home
I have you, other beautiful family
I'm sorry, that I don't have too much time left
To stay together, to see you smiling more often
I understand you perfectly when I leave home
When I leave you in the doorway and the pain weighs upon you
I'm sorry, for every tear
Shed for me, from the heart, from the heart
[Alex Velea:]
If I hadn't been, you would have wanted me to be
I'm sorry, it's still not too late
To make a change, for everyone
To go further without question marks
[Doc:]
There's a fine line between bad feelings and regrets
You, believe me, that my eyes cry on the inside, but nobody sees
My brain stirred up loses itself in rhymes, I don't find myself
It's lost, my soul is iron on Friday
I could've been another man
Devil child in which, they want to sink in angels' talons like Tom
I ingest atoms of hope, so that I can shit out a plan for the future
But the past comes back, it's a stunning sledgehammer
It hits me in the chest, tells me that I smoked too much
I told myself that it isn't good, too smart to listen to myself
And I smoked with everyone, too right to hide myself
Three stakeouts in four days, it's perfect how I could sweat
Six blouses in three days, what do you want, fine? Auschwitz
I look back, I see how another regret comes, they have it! Spitz
Forget it coldly how it comes, the rest slips like a gel
I'll do it again 10, 11 times I will do it the same