O.S.T.
(TRANSLATION)

A friend of mine, the poet,

told me he was proud,

though it wasn't licit,

proud because

he felt much better

on the street

than at the established

literature intelectual parties.

SOUNDTRACK: ROOTS, ROCK, RAP, REGGAE.

At 5 o'clock in the morning,

at the first bar

open in the city,

even if it wasn't very cute,

surrounded by

bitches, pimps, dealers, drunkards

and in company of people

speed lets no sleep to:

SOUNDTRACK: ROOTS, ROCK, RAP, REGGAE.

A recent graffitti at the toilets' wall saying:

'Get outa the ghetto, organize hate',

showed me the rage

we owe this society.

Anyway,

I was happily too,

enjoyin' our original soundtrack.

SOUNDTRACK: ROOTS, ROCK, RAP, REGGAE.