After school,
as I walk in the streets,
I’m on my way home,
I see the teenagers,
there in the streets,
in their Teenage Paradise.
After school, they’re hanging out around the train station,
smoking,
talking about the shit of school,
and about what a miserable day,
week,
month
and life they have.
They’re not going home,
no,
they’re hanging around with their homies,
insulting the society,
the government,
the police,
the parents,
the teachers,
and thinking what a cool gang they are,
living in their Teenage Paradise.
Thinking about tomorrow?
No thanks!
Working for school?
No thanks!
They’re living in their Teenage Paradise,
a paradise without school,
without rules,
but for how long?
After school,
as I walk in the streets of the city in the south,
I’m on my way home,
I see the teenagers,
there in the streets,
in their Teenage Paradise
and I realise,
most of them have lived this life for so long,
they don’t know any other way.
They’re the forgotten ones,
lost in the society,
which isn’t a society anymore.
And I’m feeling pity for them.