I walk home the same old streets   By grey walls and hard concrete   I see the factories’ silhouette   Oh my love I’m a poet      I am only living   When I am drinking   Cause I got no alternatives   I am out of initiatives      It’s the only life I know   To wear the streets of this town   I wear down the sidewalks home   It’s the only life I’ve learned   To wear down the sidewalks   Home of this old town      I watch the days go by   While life is on standby   But I’ve got no more time to give   We all die, but not all live