So I've brokened my routine without a trace

with a shot of rudder I've slapped away my past

And I watch it desappear behind te horizon

without a wave,a greeting,a goodbye


thoughts overlap

and run fast from my head

don't let I trap them 

in a sheet of paper from a pen


thinkin'again

I've a lump in my throat

all is changin'now and getting worst

All my future now,

inchomprehensible,

conditiones my life everyday

Another helpin hand,

another regret,

Do those things matter to me?