(That's the way the land was, not long ago, my grandfather taught me several photographs, quiet, peaceful ... Well, here you live whether you like it or not, from now on)
I turn on the news of the 3,
They say that the world is in turmoil, nor can it be seen.
Evil eye was thrown at him or something was taking the world,
upside down, or me, or I'm in the reverse.
While time is running, never wait,
because there are no teachers, only schools.
Life, teachings, like a melody without lyrics,
big questions? the day to day the answers.
Ag? Ita tr? Eme, ag? Ita, tr? Eme
I listen to the bars of men of yesterday,
repeated stories, loops of the same being.
How many trips we need to get up without falling again.
Crossed roads are called crossed paths,
your steps and the ones walking.
Religions without embracing, all want to eternalize.
Maybe the reason is pa m? a while, another little pal next
Ag? Ita tr? Eme, ag? Ita, tr? Eme (x2)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)