Sunrise has come but you´ve already woken up from hours or maybe you didn´t yet sleep. Your whisky bottle, has abandoned you too you don´t even remember the taste of that last drop wich tried to cloud your sorrow. You look at those people while you think that one day you also were observed too and in that moment you didn´t drop not one coin You don´t smile for misery, but do you know what i like about you? When it rains you still play that old guitar in the same old corner