Some native soil in pockets
Gone for where nothing grows
It's the upside down journey, oh boy
That droves them there, in this sprawling town
That wipes them off little by little, step by step
Their previous lives already forgot them
Their previous lives, gone, in cold silence

“Because the table of woes,“
been engraved for them
Telling the tale of a retractile world
Where young people stay
in a fragile perfection ”

And the wind will caress the graves
Here, even death obliterates death
Some sort of distant memory will remain
Into the depths of mirrors, like once before
Once before
Deep and stagnant waters
Where no one will ever turbid

The quiet tranquility
that reigns there, down there
Because they’re already forgotten
Because, we already forgot