Sellers Of Happyness

The certainty falls in nothing and I'm trying to live and survive

I don't need the benevolent providence illuminating my face

the only possibility is that they are screaming out their lies

aristocratic people of other times get out by their graves

the run of the complaint and of the injustice surround us and it holds back

new traps come to strike us from very distant

I imagine a tattered peace again but nonexistent

there is not hope and I don't find a correct clump

I would feel escaping far but very far

the play of the souls is owner

sellers of happiness too cheap

I am dissolving in a sea of incomprehension and death

It's finished the time of the caresses and of the affections

I have no more hunger of affection cause I don't think it still exist

I surrender and watching down, I have lost

rage of people dead invade my thoughts when the night arrives

they insinuate in me between the good and the evil

telling me to have me seen stealing the souls, lies

they are able to look at me inside and they tear me the heart

I would feel escaping far but very far

the play of the souls is owner

sellers of happiness too cheap