Why I always love boys who are not needed?
Why of an attractive life I do not have the law?
Why always we blame for me for being I?
Why this suffering does not arrest?
To live in the black,
It is as live in the society,
It's a bad idea,
Or a big hope.
To hope for better days,
To say byebye,
In all misfortunes,
Is a big hope.
Try to change,
To point out,
Try to survive,
In this drunk world.