The tired shadows speak softly to the sun
Of noisy anger and infinite
Lies
Longs of endless threads in a long line deaf to the thuds of bodies that
They will be knocked down
Soon the evening sky reddens
Suspended between blue icy spaces and
Desolate lands
Quiet my thoughts and hands and in
This vigil pacifies my heart
Thus go the things, this is how they must go
This is how things go, this is how they must go
The songs of those born on the earth now rise under dull skies, now of
Will, fiery hopes
/>And by energies forced and moves to dance, dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance, dance
Party tonight of miserable scattered tribes
Impotent, of solitary nuclei that
it's rare to see them together again
And the songs rise and the dance moves
And the songs rise and the dance moves, dance, dance, dance, dance
The withered and old priests die and
The shepherds without herds die
The warriors are frightened, the travelers lost at their destination
Wisdom has gone mad, intelligence does not know
Reason he is wrong, his naivety is conscious
But the songs are not silent and the dance moves
Quiet my thoughts and the singing and in
This vigil pacifies my heart
So things go, this is how they must go
Things are this way, this is how they must go
Whoever is there is there and whoever isn't there isn't there
Whoever is there is there and whoever isn't is not there
Whoever was has been and whoever was is not
Who is there there is and those who are not there are not there
Those who are there are there and those who are not there are not there
And the songs are not silent and the dance moves
And the songs are not silent and the dance moves
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance...
(This is how the things, this is how they must go...)

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