The toad does not reach the white dove,
In this story I'm the bird,
You're banging the family and the entourage,
While I hit the bank,
Your soul is black as darkness,
My heart is pure as a diamond,
From the fourth floor I dive into the void,
The concrete won't stop my fall,
I get up and continue my wandering,
Blood red face I walk in the dark,
Looking for someone to stop me,
The hatred of a bad man in the body of a good man,
To pass to the other side the line is thin,
Between two chairs I balance,
I run away from the person I could become,
The one who will shed tears and blood,
I wear rhinestones and sequins when I see the end coming,
Behind smoked glasses I see the world crumble under my feet,
I'm wearing a big smile when the blade goes through my heart,
I remain a king when you become the princess of all slaves.