it becomes so hard
to keep my self on this journey
without really knowing where I'm going
if it's a one way trip or a round one
if this wagon is first class
if returning is a way to arrive
it becomes so hard
to carry all this luggage
the walk becomes hard on the way up
this tyrannical reality
that laughs out loud
because it expects me to get tired of seeking
every drop, every idea
every step in my carreer
and the verse of my last song
if every postponed date
the start and the finishing line
and the oxygen of my breathing
and everything "by lung"
everything "by lung"
it becomes so hard
to keep the courage
away from the scam and the prostitution
to defend my ideology
good or bad, but mine
so humane as contradiction
it becomes so hard
to keep paying toll
in this road of insanity and ambition
a friend on the race
a light and a staircase
and the strength of doing it all "by lung"