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Between songs of doubt and the hungry street
By that limit... life will always go
And seeing how my sanity and madness face each other without thinking
toward somewhere, someday, this life It will lean...
Between what you have to do and what they let you do
By that limit... life will always go
The mouth of a foreign woman, kill you or go out to kill ...
Being poor, being rich, growing up on the street or growing up for vice
in which many fall into silence without walking...
The silence of the countryside...the noise of the city
they are not going to be enough for you to find everything you need
There are many limits out there
and there are much worse ones in the deepest part of your truth
The farther away you go to dirty your soul
Frozen and on fire, your rope is going to be cut
There is no purgatory...you are going to settle the accounts here!
There will be nothing more than your face and the last limit to cross
The more you move...
The silence of the countryside...the noise of the city
will not be enough for you to find everything you need
There is many limits out there
and there are others much worse in the depths of your truth...