They ate the little yellow kitty, man.
Right in front of my eyes they solved him,
pulled from every side.
On an empty lot, they ate my poor one.
He couldn’t even say “don’t”.
He closed his eyes, let himself go.
Those cursed ones ate the little yellow.
They thought his life was a game.
But you’ve got a bit of dumbass in you too.
What are you doing among wolves.
In the end you’re just a little yellow kitty.
A shitty scapegoat.
Don’t do things like that again, ok?
They watch from the window, they can’t intervene.
No one can protect you.
On an empty lot they’ll wreck you.
Don’t do that again, alright?
Come on, don’t, next time don’t.
Promise yourself. Repent, do your little vows.
Say: I’m not walking into the wolves’ yard holding candy.
Say: I won’t do business with bastards,
Say: I won’t tolerate cowards,
Say: I won’t salute commanders,
Say: you empathy-less dogs,
Say it all. For my yellow kitty,
For my little lion, huh,
Alright then, may God have mercy.
Next time, you’re the most glorious one.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
That storm of excitement right before crossing to the other side.
That storm of excitement right before crossing to the other side.
Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.
Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.
Long, long journeys born from a single track.
Long, long journeys born from a single track.
