A keresés eredménye

The Truth*

With the cigarette butt of life pressed between the lips,
A murky and cold look, a little slow to walk,
He turned the corner of the neighborhood, drunk now with memories,
Like pouring out a poison, he was heard singing.
The old street in my neighborhood where I took the first step,
I return to you the deck of cards bent by hard shuffling,
With a dagger in my chest, with my dream shattered,
It was shattered in an embrace that would give you the truth.
 
I learned everything good, I learned everything bad,
I know about the kiss that is bought, I know about the kiss that is given