In the 3.14 city at 3:33, nothing is visible
When you look ahead of you
I ask my brothers to keep their cool
At this hour, this place, in my district

In the 3.14 city at 3:33, nothing is visible
When you look ahead of you
I ask my brothers to keep their cool
At this hour, this place, in my district

Meeting under the full moon, in the abyss, the chasm
A thick fog covers the city
We meet at night in the blues and bitterness
We dread the future, we are lost, we don't care about life
Me, the day tires me, blinded like returning from the mine
I wonder what the Almighty has in store for me
My grievances, a drop in the ocean, a cry in the desert
I tell everything, as loud as my voice carries
I'm not an outlaw but, when it's bad, I go around it
On the rooftops, I take stock of my misfortunes
In the silence, there's no shooting star, there's not even two stars
I think about my whole life, find myself alone laughing
I've toured the city, give me cash and I'll move out quickly
I feel like the devil is bleeding me
I've abandoned the blue of the sky for the blues of the night

In the 3.14 city at 3:33, nothing is visible
When you look ahead of you
I ask my brothers to keep their cool
At this hour, this place, in my district

In the 3.14 city at 3:33, nothing is visible
When you look ahead of you
I ask my brothers to keep their cool
At this hour, this place, in my district

"I just want to prove that the only demons in this world
Are those that swarm in our own hearts
The voice of truth and love has always triumphed"

I try to give momentum to my teammates
There are many of them so I wait for the end of the sound to name them all
At our place, it's the laziness contest
Whole years, it annihilates, we no longer know where to stand
In this fight, I've seen long-time friends fall
In my opinion, it's not by sniffing that you get on the right track
Or that you become a superman
I turn up the sound as long as my neighbors can stand it
We lack funds so we make do with what we have
The essential is to possess what you need
Society makes you obsessed with profit
I distinguish the real brothers from the fake ones who claim to be loyal
I grew up in the 19th, I was born in the 20th, first steps in the 18th
I had dirty shoes, when I spoke, already a direct style
If they want to understand us
Let them put themselves in our place and stay there
I feel quite guilty, almost dangerous
There are sins I regret, others I regret not committing

In the 3.14 city at 3:33, nothing is visible
When you look ahead of you
I ask my brothers to keep their cool
At this hour, this place, in my district

In the 3.14 city at 3:33, nothing is visible
When you look ahead of you
I ask my brothers to keep their cool
At this hour, this place, in my district

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