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Humbleness

The dictator curses when he forces his own law.
The heart blesses when it opens up.
Damned religion by its lack of love.
Even blessed the pain if it changed us really!
 
Everyone believes to be right,
everyone wants to be right.
Inside the heart is where the roads are born.
By the filth in your feet you'll know where do you go!
 
Everyone wants to be right.
I believe we lost our minds!
And if you want, come to consider
and see how the others feel.
If you want, if you can show humbleness!
 
I distract myself again looking at my belly.
Stranded on the platform where the train never comes.
That the sun comes out is not up to me,
and I wouldn't know what to do if you gave me the power.
So let's go! Life is slipping by, let's go!
 
Far from the men, abandoned,
it remained waiting alone without borning.
To grow on every being!
The haughty will fall from his own height.
The haughty will fall!
Is not believing less in you.
Is just thinking less in you.
Is not believing less in you.
 

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Wounded moon

Without saying anything the pain speaks to me
Without saying anything I wait in you
Without saying anything the dream is over
When you left, love really spoke
 
What you give will never die
Is the law, where less you add more
This time I'll look at your facce
And so I'll know where my home is
Where my home is!!!
 
In the end at one step from eternity
Only love will hold me up
 
I don't know, what secret you hide
I'll see it, when I get into your being
Tell me, I want to discover it
Take me, to where only you know
 
From here, I can't wait anymore
I'll leave the door open
I'll drink tears in your honor
And I'll toast, dear for you
I'll toast, dear for you!
 
In the end at one step from eternity
Only love will hold me up
In the end at one step from eternity
Only love will judge you
 
The pain, left slowly
Love healed it all
When the time comes
I'll go with you
 
In the end at one step from eternity
Only love will hold me up
In the end at one step from eternity
Only love will judge you
 
The pain, left slowly
Love healed it all.
 

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Anti-love virus

I freak out with what I see!
Am I too old? What the hell is this?
Lies in braile for a blind people.
And a blank bible for a faith amputee.
Grace and goodness will always give fruits.
The darkenss you feed, is destroying it all!
 
Oh bingo!! Guachin corajil plan 'Big Balls'
He thinks he's too manly with his gun.
He almost dies a couple times and this kid hasn't make his debut!
 
And to the noise of the great city.
We destroy and kill for a buck,
and we die for a kiss!
And to the cold of loneliness.
We hurt, betray ourselves for a kiss,
and they kill you for a buck!
 
Help!! Anti-love virus!
Everyone catched it and nobody cared.
And if this life ends now?
And if tomorrow they'll discard you?
And if the goal is not there?
What sense has what matters the most today?
 
(And to the edge... oh oh!)
First time, bad luck!! Second time a coincidence!
(And to the edge... oh oh!)
Third time's a charm! The one that hurts the most!
(And to the edge... oh oh!)
First time, bad luck!! Second time a coincidence!
Third time's the one that hurts the most!
 
And to the noise of the great city.
We destroy and kill for a buck,
and we die for a kiss!
And to the edge, we redouble the bet till the end!
 

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Irony

Anxiety against patience,
Truth facing the lie,
Snake that leads the path
Of who try to follow,
Who learns to look what's in its heart
Will know well, it can fool you too,
Pride slapped the face of humbleness
And so it stopped being so innocent.
 
Jumping in front of you goes the irony,
With all our miseries on top.
 
Players who don't pay the piper,
Masks that still don't fall,
To hide their ignorance,
Is terrible, what men can do!
A love became the ideal jail,
Is ironic to believe that this is true.
The victory was losing, the defeat was winning,
To get what you want can be the worst, the worst!
 
Every cloud has a silver lining,
No fortune for misfortune.
A trophy that came really bad,
A mistake that it couldn't be avoided!
On the tunnel of love we met again,
Is ironic to believe that this is true,
At the shore of pain, at the turn of peace:
We stop kidding!
 

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Facing the sea

Facing the sea,
the sunlight shines over the tides,
salt matress,
the foam drawing itself in my feet.
 
Sky and sea melt in the distance
and a dog runs splashing everyone,
a beautiful day to walk...
 
Facing the sea,
orange-coloured sun evening,
a neon sky,
its inmensity make us so small.
 
Sky and sea melt in the distance
and a dog runs splashing everyone,
a beautiful day to walk
without any responsability
but enjoying in silence,
a moment to gaze.
 
Sky and sea melt in the distance
and a dog runs splashing everyone,
a beautiful day to walk
without any responsability
but enjoying in silence,
the wind takes our walking
like a fellow guardian,
I want to stop the time here,
facing the sea.
 

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Who loves what he does

Today, maybe, I start to understand
That nothing will come out according to my wishes, nooo!!!
Today I can see how I used to think yesterday
And after all it was what it had to be!
It will be better to wait, it will be better to prepare myself more,
Because I learned that it's not about winning!!
 
It's about knowing how to play
And learning the game,
Knowing how to play
You'll enjoy the game.
 
Today, maybe, I start to recognize
That I was blind, deaf, mute and so far from the truth.
It will be better to bury what's dead and not disturbing
Because I learned that it's not about winning.
 

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Taking charge

We live scratching solutions
That try to scape from our wit
We keep holding situations
That go way out of hand
Lost in the great unnaturality
As fragile as crystal
 
Taking charge is knowing
The real escence of your being
Taking charge is learning
 
How to find the tip of the iceberg?
How to look for the needle in a haystack?
How to get busy without worrying?
How to leave what we like and does wrong?
Blinded by our individuality
Derailed between good and evil
 
Taking charge is knowing
The real escence of your being
Taking charge is learning
To bear it well
 
Let's learn to forgive and we'll be forgiven
Man is war, man is war
The world sickens more, andd more, and more
 

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The mistake

Slave to the mistake, mankind,
Will be for the centuries of the centuries
Unequality, dellusion
The evilness of its ambition has bloomed.
Giving birth its anxiety it insists in rebelling,
Suffering by ignoring where the truth hides.
 
On every failure you'll have left
A little piece of terror
And we continue to be sorry about the mistake.
 
What will never die is the mistake,
It skates over the temptation's edge
If it's good for me, it's bad for you
Is it that two don't fit in the same place?
Closed when thinking that truth doesn't exist,
We leave the illusions full of scars
 
On every failure you'll have left
A little piece of terror
And we continue to be sorry about the mistake.
 
Life hardened the foolish heart
Filling it of thorns of bravery
Time slipped away, by where nobody saw
And they want to catch it to have revenge
Revenge, revenge
Revenge, revenge!
 
On every failure you'll have left
A little piece of terror
On every failure you'll have left
A little piece of terror
A little piece of terror!
 
Being sorry, being sorry
Being sorry, being sorry!
 
A little piece of terror...
 

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