My hands go forward, I go forward, I go for them, I go for them, I look at people who offer death. The silence pushes the river, pushes the river, which one is it, which one is it, I don't like it, where everything is death. I'm looking for a hand that understands, that understands, that I'm alone, that I'm alone, who knows the meaning of death. Well, I live. The land is great, where the dead walk, I say, the land is great, where I breathe, I say. My body pulls the rope, pulls the rope, which one is it, which one is it, in freedom, peace, water, sleep. That emptiness creates there, creates there, which sin, which sin, the cold river, let it be there, yes. I protect the faces of the connectors, of the connectors, who rules, who rules, with my face, with an empty picture, death. Well, I live. The land is great, where the dead walk, I say, the land is great, where I breathe, I say. My hands go forward, go forward, I follow them, I follow them, I look at people who offer death. The silence pushes the river, pushes the river, which one is it, which one is it, I don't like it, where everything is death. I protect the faces of the connectors, of the connectors, who rules, who rules, with my face, with an empty picture, death. Well, I live. The land is great, where the dead walk, I say, the land is great, where I breathe, I say. The land is great, where the dead walk, I say, the land is great, where I breathe, I say. The land is great, where the dead walk, I say, the land is great, where I breathe, I say. The land is great, where the dead walk, I say, the land is great, where I breathe, I say.