Here I sit on a garbage heap
I look around me sadly
I see rags and old bottles
Excuse me, I'm crying
Yes, I'm crying a few big tears
/>And I sing with a heavy heart
Maybe tomorrow will be better
But it will never be good anyway
Maybe tomorrow will be better
But it will never be good anyway
Because citizens it's a mess
From the end to the beginning
Or are you progressive?
Ha ha! I almost remain in that!
A strange kind of illusion:
Towards the abyss co'te que co'te
And maybe tomorrow it will be better
But it will never be good anyway< br/>And maybe tomorrow will be better
But it will never be good anyway
The world is full of things
What people are afraid of
One person can't stand women
br/>And the other not against wine
Honestly we will share everything
You the sour and I the sweet
And maybe tomorrow it will be better
But it will never be good anyway< br/>And maybe tomorrow it will be better
But it will never be good anyway
If I'm sick, I call the doctor
And the man likes that
But radioactive rash
And radioactive itching
There are no pills for that
And what you do doesn't help
But maybe tomorrow it will get better
Although it will never be good anyway
But maybe tomorrow will be better
Although it will never be good
It's said between us, citizens,
The world is up and down
It's a terrible mess
Don't you agree, sir?
I don't see a beach at all anymore
Between low tide and between high tide
But maybe tomorrow will be better
Although it will never be good anyway
But maybe tomorrow will be better
Although it will never be good

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