what is possible to do is to sweat before making the leap into the pot creating fear of losing balance I invented one day my thirst in the beer, but from all directions j ' hear shouts coming from the sea, by chance , there is millions of years , but now what do we do , it's always the same question we ventured somewhere it smells good, but the people are horrible, they only seek to exploit the weakest without doubt we will in turn take their dignity as human advance further in irony, he does not seek his dog, he has no more years , but he keeps the bitterness happy days , when he was young and all smiled , but now it must face all wrong we should have told him , but there 's nobody nice enough to go and tell a bastard that goes into the wall, then I do not pass by, it does not bother me , I just need a bit of whiskey from time to time to get my ideas in place