It's been a lonely and cold winter
Barely I could watch the sun
My feet I stuck it on the ground
And I'm not able to move around
All the differences that's between us, yes I know
You are the one who wants the best for me
But I have my own time and I wanna go on
For a little piece of creation and not for this world
Where they forgot about all the meanings and the answers
We are so fuckin´ small and in the end what's left of us?
You always told me to be conscious and decent
Despite the world seem to be drowning in their own established rottenness
I know that you can feel what's in my soul
Here is all I learned from you for making me a man
and that is what makes me go on
For a little piece of creation and not for this world
Where they forgot about all the meanings and the answers
We are so fuckin´ small and in the end what's left of us?
Where they forgot about all the beauties and real pleasures
We are so fuckin´ small and in the end what's left of us?
What is left of us?
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