Both reality and the screens
Are whispering pretenses
The bed of pupas
Is twisting our spines
We want
To become strong...
The people only want to fight...
The town has become a frightened crowd...
Beautifully pretending
We return to the house
The plaster wings
Are eating into our shoulders
For all of us
Being alone is scary...
The days are only incomprehensible...
Mama's scolding is a divine chant...
Are whispering pretenses
The bed of pupas
Is twisting our spines
We want
To become strong...
The people only want to fight...
The town has become a frightened crowd...
Beautifully pretending
We return to the house
The plaster wings
Are eating into our shoulders
For all of us
Being alone is scary...
The days are only incomprehensible...
Mama's scolding is a divine chant...