In the midst of friends
You learn much more
Than in all the manuals
Stories that make you blush
Real things in life
That they want to hide from us
br/>When uncertain days
Frown their brows
And even the most open skies
Crow their brows at us
Who are you? that doesn't disgust us
Only the sect, only the sect
The sect has a radar
That catches everything in the air
Not in the sect There's no talk
Everything has an explanation
Among friends
You learn even more
Go away further than dreams
And than imagination
Natural sciences
They fit in the palm of your hand
The sect has a radar
That catches everything in the air
In the sect there is no bogeyman
Everything has an explanation
The sect has a radar
That catches everything in the air
In the sect there is no bogeyman
Everything has an explanation< br/>