Before The End
(Instl/ Natchai Souza - Letra Ton Mendes)
The death doesn't deceive the blind men
Nor so little it saves those that deserve it
However, looking at that gigantic monument, idol.
... Strange thoughts of fury to the past,
in which many tumbled to build it,
Combatting: the hunger, the climate, the rest to the dew.
Although, its brave thoughts, will only exist in the fear to the poverty of the life!
The disease, doesn't exist for them apprentice of the death...
Actually we fed our illusions with hopes
to the vultures of the inequality, of the lust and of the power.
We ran among empty and gloomy, persevering runners the answers
We are building an abyss,
to each instant... to every second of our unhappy mortal lives!
It is strange to speak sounding sounds! Or only to hear them,
It is even so the glance of the death, of the an ironic smile...
Before the end...
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