Original by Takaji & Ketra Music by Takaji & Ketra I remember the noise of the wind That moved the plastic of my jacket The dirt of oil and shit on the floor Down there, I remember, I thought It's almost over Then it will be just a story A story to tell in the evening I remember My stomach in pieces Salty hair Fierce screams The thrusts The looks Terrorized I remember The burned tongue The wet money cartridge I remember the desert at night The absurd spectacle of a mute sky And someone who was Brother, torn from life And not even a greeting I remember When the future has passed You can't live in a world without sky You can't live in a closed world You can't live in a world without sky You can't live in a closed world Zara's shop windows Food Locker Even more lucid and full of stuff And kebabs And luxury hotels And McDonald's And clean amphibians And soldiers with machine guns And night lights And the sea on the rise The sea on the rise The sea on the rise And the vomit puddles Multicolored The face of a counter-dictator And the cars in line That pump 3 That pump 3 I feel it The suspicion That like a mirror I reflect At night I light up I turn around on the bed The tags That surround me in a bank With the electronic voice For the instructions That never says anything About my parents I remember Zara's reflection Inside a chromed paragraph Then I spread The crazy sirens And a golden sheet That looked like a DJ from afar If it wasn't for that expression From champions defeated in the final To a tournament of general madness Immersed In the cloud Of life and death Of people Inside their own fate Affirmative and unique Even if in the marasma I exist I'm here I'm not a ghost You can't live in a world without sky You can't live in a closed world You can't live in a world without sky You can't live in a closed world Affirmative Affirmative Here he is one alive Affirmative Affirmative Here he is one alive Affirmative Affirmative Here he is one alive Affirmative Affirmative