I don't understand why I waste time with them.
My hollow face doesn't look like them, their hands are manicured and their bellies are fat.
I should have pretended not to see them, walking alone along the river.
I should have accepted the hatred I feel for them, without always trying to improve myself.
They look at each other, they haven't understood a word. They haven’t listened to a word. Anger.
I will not be your brother, I don't know you.
I will not yield to this love which is said to be the strongest over everything.