The taverns outside the gates are still open as they used to be
But the people who used to go there to drink inside or outside are all dead
Some have gone due to age
Some because they are already doctors
And pursue maturity, got married
Make a career and it's a slightly worse death

They fall like leaves or drunks on the roads they have chosen
Of the ancient rages, only a phrase or some gesture remains
I don't know if they excuse the past
For youth or for error
I don't know if it still awakens in them
If they meet me by chance, curiosity or fear

Now I get up late every day
I always aim to stay up till morning
The cards then the station coffee
To neutralize the wine
But I have no excuses to offer
I no longer claim to be a poet
I have no utopias to realize
Staying in bed the next day
Is perhaps my only goal

The dawn always rises slowly as it used to
The magical dawn on the hill
But I no longer feel when I look at it what I used to feel before
Thieves and prophets of the future
Have taken away quite a bit from me
The day is always a bit darker
Maybe because it's history
Maybe because I'm getting older

But the streets are full of a rage
That every day screams louder
The flowers have fallen and have left only symbols of death

Tell me if I deserve to be stoned
If I hide more and more
But everyone has their stone ready
And the first one, don't deny it, you would throw it at me

I am more famous than in that time when you knew me
No longer friends, I have an audience that listens to the songs you believed in

And maybe they laugh at me
But deep down I have a clear conscience
Don't laugh if I say this
Laughs who has hatred in their heart and fear in their mind

But you must not believe that this has changed my life
It's a small thing from yesterday that tomorrow is already over
I'm still here living on myself
I have from my days as much as I need
I have from glory what I can
That is something that will soon go away
Almost like the money in my pocket

You wouldn't believe it, I've almost closed all the doors to adventure
Not because I will settle down
But out of boredom or fear

I don't spend desperate nights
Over what I've done or what I've had
The things that are gone are gone
And my only regret is the opportunities I've lost

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