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Gato/Caco de vidro
01:58
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Gato
Olhos em chamas
No fim da noite
no seu grito eu tropeço
i hate you so much
Gato negro
Amaldiçoado seja
supersticioso estou
a queimar na fogueira
Cat
Burning eyes
at the end of the night
on your scream I stumble.
I hate you so much.
Black cat
cursed be your name.
Superstitious I am
burning under the pyre.
Caco de vidro
Caco de vidro
por toda a boca
e sabor de sangue
Caco de vidro
em meus pesadelos
molhados de sangue
caco de vidro
eu gosto do gosto
de sangue e de vidro
caco de vidro
caco de vidro
caco de vidro
Pieces of glass
Pieces of glass
all over my mouth
and taste of blood.
Pieces of glass
in my nightmares
soaked in blood.
Pieces of glass.
I like the taste
of blood and glass.
Pieces of glass
Pieces of glass
Pieces of glass
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Todos são supérfluos
01:38
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A cidade é um deserto tipo mad max
já que não tenho mais razão
pra me relacionar com o mundo.
Recuso as soluções que voce traz pra mim.
Atormentado, isolado,
eu quero respostas pra mim.
Todos são supérfluos.
Everybody is superfluous
The city is a desert like mad max
once i don't have a reason
to relate to the world anymore.
I reject the solutions you bring to me.
Tormented, isolated
I want answers for me.
Everybody is superfluous.
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O prazer de ser asceta
03:59
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O prazer de ser asceta
é mentira superficial.
Estupido codigo moral
Não que eu vá viver
o mesmo mundo que voce,
(mas) não nasci para sofrer.
Acontecem que despejam,
toda vez na minha agua:
sangue de barata.
The pleasure of being ascetic
The pleasure of being ascetic
is a superficial lie.
Stupid moral code.
It doesn't mean that I will live
the same world as you
(but) I was not born to suffer.
What happens is that they spill
every time, on my water:
cockroach blood.
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Prego na areia
02:36
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Prego na areia
preguei por pregar.
Vou poder correr de novo
se aguentar me levantar.
Prego
Tem sido sempre assim
não sei pra que mudar.
Mais vale viver a dor
que ficar preso no lugar.
Foi só pela dor
Não vai segurar
Nail in the sand
Nail in the sand
I nailed for the sake of it.
And will run again
If I bear to stand up.
Nail.
Was always like this,
there is no reason to change.
It's worthier to live the pain
then be always at the same place.
Nail.
Was just for the pain.
It won't make me stuck.
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Head
01:19
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Inside this place
It has been always yourself
Where is possible to reach
Without fingertips touch
It could be your head.
Inside this place
That you're suppose to be in control
And now is impossible to reach it
Without fingertips touch
It could be your head.
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