How it is, to accept These roads that life brings Cities in war, crowds of people People without route, without opinion People always running to rotten money / great illusion We can’t live this way With so much hate following us Between the hunt and the hunter Who am I? Where am I going? People always running to rotten money / great illusion I stop and look, where I am Who are you, running so? Who are we, running so? Who are we, running so? People always running to rotten money / great illusion