My heart has memory,
like my soul, like my story…

Nobody talks about victory,
neither of overcoming, nor of glory…

You lived your life,
full of vainglory,
of theaters and the illusion of euphoria…

You forgot your roots,
the hugs that welcomed you,
and you only thought in the loots…

We never felt into your dissuasive weapons,
but one day, you will learn alone the lessons…

You decide your way, as well, your discord,
you forgot me on the path,
but you will not find me in the wrath…