bättre muito em francês
The heat which flinges further,
the lampesters shift or ruin,
simple man is nothing more
than what we leave behind against all survival.
Scrub of the land, scrub of the earth,
between the part disputed, lost is...
Scrub of the land, scrub of the earth!
With the blink of an eye,
the earth should shell,
the red mix of greed finally met,
noble
and the chasers,
suffocating,
both with hot tans.
Scrub of the land, scrub of the earth,
between the part disputed, lost is...
Scrub of the land, scrub of the earth!
The more we know,
the less we care,
as the ship might to leave the sea,
opportunistic
mobilization,
monolithic confrontation,
the more we believe,
the less we feel,
throwing
it up against the community,
we might be part of the poison,
the defiance,
the actor.
Scrub of the land,
scrub of the earth,
between the part disputed,
lost is...
Scrub of the land,
scrub of the earth!