Que atitude...
Que estado mais alto de ser
Sentir, viver, morrer, amadurecer...
Que sublime flor da alma
Exprime o que ninguém fala.
Sim...
Toda esta m**** para perceber
O que, enfim nos leva a ver
Que nada tem de mortal
O que faz da vida banal
Matéria de total compreensão.
Que penetra na caótica escuridão
E na penumbra ingenuamente distingue
A emoção que o abismo atinge
Da noção da barata filosofia...
Em campo que Deus desconhecia.
Ou então serei só eu
Que nunca a algo pertenceu...
Define what is to fight
Decide if it’s worthwhile
Decline any worthless concept
Defy ideas you get…
Be proud of what you are
Be close to what you care
About… please don’t talk
About the path you walk.
Imagine a brand new world
Imagine a heart not cold
Feel the truth inside
Feel the love you hide…
Cleanse a life of regrets
Cleanse your sheet of concepts
Use all your inner tools
Use all the conceived fools…
Most of all
Be true to yourself
Make your call
You’re better than the rest
Stay put
What matters will come
Don’t shut
The door to the one…
Just be your son…
Just be your son…
Stuck to a place
Of endless dreams
Of hidden ideals
Of forgotten feelings
Of emerging fears
Of strange beings
Of sweet lies
Of robotic singing
Where no one ever dies…
Dying means resurrection
To a greater plan in life…
Living means no correction
To the children of the dice…
Gambling their emotions
Forgetting who’s beside you.
Get a six… Everything’s cool,
Except when the coming one
Brings all the shit through
A heart made of stone…
