These roads
This world
And standing up so faithfully with this unique desire
Hurt
Everything that have hurt no more will stand
No traces of lies in your eyes
no traces of lies in our world
I still see the emptiness of the whole
I still fear.

Where do we have crossed the right place?
Which ones where the right decisions?
I hold myself in this promise
Again
You'll never sell me lies
Because
All this world have been a lie to you.

Sofro, Sem dor
Sem incômodo
Mas sofrimento
Maturo e real
Desigual e reprimido
Irreal e complexo.

Na verdade tem um quê atrofiado nisso tudo
Atrofiado e feio
Que será morto
Que será arrancado igual raíz de erva daninha.

Pois erva daninha do coração é
Aquele amor que tende em perdurar.