Some old family portrait

You know

That's where I belong; down there in the right corner

In my old room, holding my old yellow guitar;

In the other room, there's my brother, look at him,

Standing in the middle, playing his ol'computer game

And sometimes watching tv

My mother is in the kitchen, cooking something good

Like always (upper left corner) and afterwards whispering at

her telenovla'n'soaps

My father smokes on the balcony, so healthy and strong

He smiles from the left without a worry for tomorrow

You know