2022.03.16.
The rules of the game
When they locked me up, i smoked outMy dreams were carried away
by the foam of my anesthetic wits,
When life tore us apart,
Like a bird without a sky,
One whose wings have been cut
And one who is lost in the mist,
Upon wanting to get the bread
I would like to save you, you know, far from this sour taste
So see if the sun shines on top of their railings
But I remain an impassive survivor of the exile
Nothing was impossible, when suddenly everything flickers
One day my turn will come I will get my chance
A one way trip to resilience
I will close my door to the dead years
To discover the brightness of our smiles
Count the days and the weeks
But tell me where does all of this take us?
Count the days and the weeks
To chase away reality
For you I would've wanted hope
For both of us an strength to believe in it
In this better and this afterward
I wasn't ready for the present
One day my turn will come I will get my chance
No more loyalty against indifference
I would like to leave, you know, to go see the earth
To escape in summer and escape in winter
And I fuck their world, that I don't understand
Everything around me has fallen, one day I will have the choice
Even if I wish for the best, it's the rules of the game
Those are our pitiful fates, but if I still believe in it
One day my turn will come I will get my chance
A one way trip to resilience
I will close my door to the dead years
To discover the brightness of our smiles
One day my turn will come and I will get my chance
A one way trip to rebirth
I slam my door in the face of the dead years
I will trade the worst with small bits of the future