I was a lost soul on those streets
Now I feel like everyone is mean
I tried to know if I was alive
But I still don’t know the meaning of these lives
All those **** bands on the radio
With all that bad education
Are still inside this drunk youth
And it’s always raining in the city of the sun
I was squared between the young folks
Lost in a sad beach of illusions
But I still want to know where is all that fun
But there’s no answer for my right mind
All the traffic at the bridge
With all the boredom in me (in everyone)
Are still inside what we’ve been
And it’s always raining in the city of the sun
All the parties that make you bankrupt
With all the sick people in hospital halls
This is the place where they spend holidays
I’m glad it’s raining in the city of the sun
And that’s where we’ll be forever
This is our boring fate…
