The distortion of this guitar
It speaks to me about you...
Shyness in the early morning
It speaks to me about you...
Brick by brick and it goes
It goes goes to the field
Shield of soy and corn
Your smell of oak... your smell of oak...
...and although life passes by
Pamphleteering the world today
It is nothing more than a great troupe
Displaying its color...
Dreaming of what cannot be seen
Things that matter... .
Sweeping the wet earth
The old people fall...
The storm drowned the pain
Water that runs...
The storm is like you
When he hides...
When he doesn't cry...
...and you realize that...
...and although life happens
Pamphletizing today's world
It is nothing more than a great troupe
Displaying its color...
Displaying its blue color...

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