Subtitles in a never wining situation

Look, this is my way,
Lost in words and years
Of decaying,
Look, this is the prize
We’re paying,
For always wanting to be better
No space for humanity,
Personal vanity thrives
Among small people
And we are all the same,
The price is paid before
The sells
And all we’ve got
Is this useless gold,
In a desert island of ours
Lost
Is a meaningless word,
In a sin
The only thing that counts
Is the price to pay
Seven years of bad luck
is a small price to pay
For a broken soul

Porto, 31/01/2006