here your lives at risk
they call you a gold digger
but the bruising winds knows better
bitter cold nights knows better
but what do they know?

Hell always upon us
when will we be spared!
always pondering on the same questions
that brings endless tears and memories
but what do they know?

still doing your best working this **** pole
at dusk we enjoyed blankets
and uncertain meal we never had
but what do they know?

It didn't matter if you ever fell in love with the moon
safe heaven was all you cared about
so you clouded the light that  illuminates you
and buried the once beautiful tales
but what do they know?

today I wrote you the stories of dusk
don't be quick to judge
but read and listen  
**and you will know