Timina, Timina, Timina, Timina
Musa, beware
What is choking inside me
Presses on the neck
This thought that everything is behind
And forever
Mom's fire so warms me
And my way is ahead
You made the world so
So that the children and the old
And you me
Timina, Timina, Timina, Timina
Musa, beware
What is choking inside me Presses on the neck
This thought that everything is behind
And forever Mom's fire so warms me
And my way is ahead You made the world so
So that the children and the old And you me
We heard the thundering of the river We walked through the closed
We met the birds of the house monotone
The timbre of the head was nodding
We were happy there, everyone was eating there
We are not independent and we are not made of fog
We give good with our evil While everyone is swaying with money
We are not independent and we are not made of fog
We give good with our evil While everyone is swaying with money
Tom
Is
You will give me, you will give me, Musa,
the river
That suffocates me inside,
But I have this thought that everything is behind
And the eternal fire, Mama, so warms me
And my way is ahead
You made the world so that the children and
the old people would not be enough in the house
And you me,
you me,
you me,
you me,
Musa,
will give me the river
That suffocates me inside,
But I have this thought that everything is behind
And the eternal fire,
Mama,
so warms me And my way is ahead
You made the world so that the children and
the old people would not be enough in the house
And the eternal fire,
Mama,
so warms me And my way is ahead You made the world so that the
children and the old people would not be enough in the house
And my way is ahead You made the world so that the children
and the old people would not be enough in the house
The troubles that tried to kill me,
Passed and ran past my truth,
Watching from above,
visible,
invisible,
So they are looking at the truth that was drinking on me
And you me,
you me,
you me,
you me,
Musa,
will give me the river
That suffocates me inside,
But I have this thought that everything is behind
And the eternal fire,
Mama,
so warms me And my way is ahead
You made the world so that the children and
the old people would not be enough in the house
And you me,
you me,
you me,
you me,
Musa,
will give me the river
That suffocates me inside,
But I have this thought that everything is behind
And the eternal fire,
Mama,
so warms me And my way is ahead
You made the world so that the children and
the old people would not be enough in the house