The people scrumbling. In the dead of the day. The hungry night. Eats the rest of the gray. The silence blowing. The blues away. Everywhere everybody. Is clamouring for some. But no money no changeno chance. The odour of bodies. Are screaming out. The horror of bars. Are screaming out. The hologram. Of the people's mounth are saying the same old sentence. No money no change no chance. And in the secret garden. A secret dream. Of a secret lady. Who becomes a queen. She hears the sound of a fountain. That swallows a montain. And turns into a yard. And boys and girls in beggar's fashion. Have a big question. Do you need what we need?. And the queen says. No money no change no chance. And when the future passes. We'll be the rest. With the happiness. Of a double dose. We'll cry for nothing. We'll find out those. Who are really no things. And once showed us. That there's no money no change no chance