The future is a stretch of road you don't know Morning light, drizzle, fog, villages and towns, frontier defense, gangsters
The future is the destination of this train, and then it crosses mountains, grasslands, and borders. It is an ideal place, but who can get there
The future is a string of numbers that cannot be forgotten The future is anywhere but here
I had fond memories too, swore to defend my gang The kindness in my heart made me betray and run away I had no fear because you were with me
I fell by the river to the future my dearest brother pulled the trigger with his tender hand your cries and struggles drowned in the gunshots
I know I went to my future
Can there be the next you and me in the twilight still bustling boat flow by the river that set sail...
---- "Untitled" Mexico
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