From the bed to the shower, from the shower to the living room
Sleeplessness persists, sun is up again
Life insists to repeat an old routine
That is repeated by so many others
Slowly eating the same old bread
He sits and reads the newspaper
It all seems normal
One less day, one more crime
Really really deep inside, it makes no difference
And it is now time to get dressed with your old suit once again
And to walk the walked path
That leads you towards an everyday battle
To find a place in the bus to seat and dream
And so it goes again, and again*...
Useful days give place to useless ones
Never long enough for you to remember or to forget who you are
This unhealthy** air in this unhealthy neighbourhood in this unhealthy age
The heavy hand*** brings you an offer
Then checks the change, mocking you
Then gets in charge, the trip starts
And while it is not yet time for the day to start
In most of the city, for fun or rebellion
The heavy hand will open
Offering a false hope that everything will change
And so it goes again, and again...