Peter achieved his goal; he found a job, earns money by making drug dealing, is in the mood for jokes and, for him, is hard to believe that situation;
People are smilling to him, once in a lifetime, and, every day, Peter has on his side thousand and thousand of people
Peter always thinks in a modesty way, like before when he just was on of us, a member of "super-boca" of my neighborhood. Peter was much more than this
And, now, Peter doesn't feel like an indigent, because he has, in his power, copper mines and he doesn't want to talk with have a conversation with me, never ever again
He used to think it was a good idea
to take the pills and keep his mouth shut
and he knows that now is a bad idea
To feel what the others are feeling, the others. The others
And I said to him: "hey crazy gangster don't go fast, take your time because one day you could fall down"
And he, all day and all night, moans for the sake of moaning: "What I own doesn't produce results". I just want to be famous when I get old
But Peter didn't pay attention to my advice and, in order to not to overwhelm me, he choose a young lad as liberator
And due to his cruelty; he got angry and he ordered to take him to the front line and when he was in the penitentiary he gave up his honour
He used to think it was a good idea
to take the pills and keep his mouth shut
and he knows that now is a bad idea
To feel what the others are feeling, the others. The others