I abandon the city
I erase all my traces
And my personal history
Tomorrow will have another name
I forget my loves
I promise nothing, nor I ask
I follow the lonely world
I know that the bad ones
They live longer
And they have a better time
Than the Gift of man
I found her in the open field
And I took her to the cave
I made her more
And she fell asleep
I escaped through the fog
And I left it to the felines
Breakfast served
They rush hungry
To the delicacy
I know that the bad guys
They live longer
And they have a better time
Than the Gift of man
In heaven, there is no place
For my soul to rest
Not even religion
Because I do not seek, sorry
I will stay
Without reasons
I will swallow myself in vice
Like a pirate
Retired, from the sea
I know that the bad guys
They live longer
And they have a better time
Than the Gift of man
I know that the bad ones
They live longer
And they have a better time
Than the Don of man

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