Alive
Alive
But I have no choice or reason
The world is an irrational type
It does as it pleases
It gives no explanation
It's better for you
To seize the time that remains
Before it stops burning
Inside your heart
Even the smallest ideal
That is trembling in terror
I know well
Life is short and also tight
But your mind is a great seamstress
That sews quickly
The time of a cigarette
That is good
For those with the cursed moon
And do not expect from life
To be perfect
They enjoy what they deserve
Because one dies too quickly
You know it's better for you
To pretend not to know
That the world is vertical and you go down
Together with your moral fiber
That fears aging
And forgetting
How quickly one changes
