We are hostages of this melancholy 
few stimuli no news 
this calm is not a prize my life 
this is not the world I want 
those like us won't stop 
stubbornly on the track you will see them 
every time a love knocks 
that a tear would like company 

We are the last

that resist 
who will never compromise 
the mind is always on 
we are the last 
available 
if there is a fight, take it and go 
it will be unconsciousness who knows 

We do not part never happen 
if you are left alone, evil wins 
let's get infected with light and wonder 
close close indissoluble family 
hunger for projects and travels why not 
it is not possible to place limits on thought 
put away oxygen and heat supplies 
to feel less cold on certain evenings 

We are the last 
don't hate us 
if we respect the seasons and nature

and men too 
we are the last 
without constraints 
certainly better than we were yesterday 
the usual warriors 
people more alone than that 
who is never lucky 
if you court you must tell me yes 

We are the last 
that resist 
who will never compromise 
the mind is always on 
the last 
the last 
take advantage of it 
we are the last 
you will not see any more 
the last 
they will no longer be born 
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