The time has come to reach this point
The head wonders if it is not better to give up
Distressing things are happening in the world
Should we stop having faith in her fertile nature
There are times where? I am tired
My faith in human beings is alienated
Yet deep inside me flows a river
Which cleans the water and rests, regenerates
Accept certain things are not not beautiful
But they can make us unjust and cruel
Must we give up, resign ourselves
Become a sheep and fall into line
The time has come to reach the
The head wonders
If it is not better to give up
The head cut off from the body of its strength
We retreat quickly, trying to fit into the mold
Deep inside me flows the river
And where does it take me?
The place where I hear well, where I see truth
The beautiful, the ugly, everything, nothing
The river crushes those who prefer images
To real things
Appearance to being which favors
Illusion, reality
br/>To be naive is to want the good
Without knowing the evil and the dark
Nothing is possible
Innocence is to know the hidden corners
To always be attracted by good
Everything is possible
Accept certain phenomena
Accept that there is hatred
(Accept, accept)
Accept certain phenomena
Accept that there is hatred

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