Pejo: Patologia

I don't talk about it, some world is beautiful
Today I set aside sentiments
I sit down and switch on the headphones bit
And he writes about kids instead of going on swings
They burn the dogs in blocks
Welcome to the times where the 13-year-old fucked, puked,
The basements are dragging along
Every week, they spend the week detox in the hospital
Such an age!
Such times have come
Wherever you look, man, fucking pathology
I'm going near school
A kid from primary school conquers to me
Hey, mate, can the masses fire?
Do you know where to buy barrels?
He has sneakers on his feet
Father drinks, mother drinks
They have no money to buy new ones

Once again, I see a child cry
she asks for a jacket because her mother prefers vodka
What to do if old fucked up
Listen to this, pathology speaks
Others understand, they lack money