Parte I: Introducción a La Entropia

And time, that distances
That the wind blows, that changes everything
That a thousand daggers in your back, will make you move forward in the end
Wake up, you have to get up
Once again, you're running late

Always the same, with the same sorrow
With the same face of someone condemned
With the same dark circles of just waking up
The lost gaze, in other places
In your small world, everything is perfect
That cruel condition, it's already early

Wake up once, wake up
It's time to get up
Once again you're running late
Once again you're running late
Wake up once, wake up
It's time to get up
Once again you're running late
Learn to live, you coward