Because they partake of the crowd’s food,
they eat each other, from envy, between two meals,
those feeling eaten, they
nervously look for another bone to chew.

A lot of them quickly regain their appetite
from the mixture of smells,
they love women without restraint;
they lick their fingers together,
and recklessly proclaim the others
from the profiteers crowd.

Old wounds heal,
I don’t like any kind of pain,
the house where betrayal is consumed
has dirty windows.

The fear of jumping the hop has passed,
people escaped from the crowd;
I hear no echo anymore,
as a curse from the hell’s caves
women who made a mistake,
build their soul with marble,
those who don’t know how to pray,
learn from the poor.