I see a drunk man in the streets, i wonder what his looking at?

I see a mother scream in front of him,

The drunk doesn't move, is he alive?

He's there just looking at the stars, whats on his mind?

Night gets colder and colder to the point i dont feel the bones

The stars glow above, don't they feel cold too?

And the moon just shines with his malecius light

An old man is singing his songs, or memories?

Now the Drunk feels the cold, but doesn't care

His eyes are seeing the skies with horror

Cause he knows what is to come,

Sun is shining day has come, is that a corpse?