Well, once again,
The country is under water.

However, adolescents
they go for kisses
doing the iron
in the murky waters of the city.

There isn't even enough for bread.
However, the old lady caresses the old man's hesitant hand while on TV.
The suited journalist informs them that
the bonus does not
which will be again.

In the country of the Cow
the proletarian tables do not have
not even the shadow of a ram,
but the man goes to work
cycling and singing
until the moon returns it
all broken home.

There is a stubborn hope that everything at
The end will be fixed as if by magic,
Saint Cajetan playing as nine
surrounded by red candles
on the humble table
of a woman who waits.

Once again the country is in shit,
however on some radio stuck in
the throat of time
eighties rock sounds
and a deep voice shouts
don't come back late
Look, the street is fucked up.

It is a mother who sees her son walking away
that she put on the best coat because
at the bakery on the other block
They are asking for a worker.

Once again the country is under water,
However, someone raises a kite
to make a girl smile
a bit.