After many days of rain you'll may see some of us
Those whom can't follow the slow pace of the cars
Preventing them of thinking

The restless asking too much
That besides the temperature
Feel the coldness
that not even expensive clothes can't heat
Feel the coldness, expensive clothes can't heat

The world pass too fast by your eyes to notice
My shoes are dirty, but not as much (as their hands)
It was a long walk until here
but my sweat's drops aren't of blood
Show your face!
Who are you?

What we think are in the city's walls
Without enough acoustic
for our voices to echoe in minds
Surrounded by routine and canned dreams

This reality that so much repeated became true
To turn the corner is to feel the threat
on our spine and the gunpowder's smell
Keeping silence, share the cigarette
and forget the secrets
For your friends are no longer the same

Other places do not comfort the usual tension
The obese ravens in rasante
bearing the abundance of our ruins
What is missing on our tables are friends
relatives, not food