And we'd like return those days, when with friends the relation was the best, the best. A hard relation of love, and hate. But that was the best, that was the bestt. With the ryme of this song i have to explain, have to explain. How greater were those days, those days, when some friends defended others, and the same, and the same, but now all it just a deep darkness. Now, we all are adults or we are in way, and the old friends are already dead, already dead. Just trying to remember when was easy, there were no debts, and now the life take back the interests, interestss,, and we'd like return those days, those days, where didnt exist hate or duty, or duty. When the stuffs were simple and the dreams were best, but now, nothing really more care, and whatever we already forgot the dreams.

And we are growing this is the best part, some working other consuming for feel life.
And we are growing this is the best part, this competition makes no sense to stay.
(Only Guitar plays some last seconds)