I remember, after studio? Casa I was returning
Stumbling in the entrance, on a cam? ca-ch?
Searching, hadn't the smuggler had four-gu?
Watching for cellars? force to get high
That's the refrain, the dependence, then the pit?
Severe, I chased him away? and I knew he was pretending to be
Terrass? tired, am I gone? go to bed
Sheriff, sirens, in my sleep I went to bed
And like the whole street, from the window I witnessed
A this strange lifting, that of the palm? surd-os?
Os?, early? quits ? die on the stairs
Li?, ? a syringe under the tags he was lying around
Nose? nose, with the afterlife? he wanted to take off
The spirit flew away, shetane was to him
Around, sirens, flashing lights, cops and stares
The walls of my neighborhood let out a silent cry
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A silent cry * 3
With my friends I went down the avenue
No one was bitter on a hot day
br/>The nerve of chance and shocks received
On the asphalt blood, sand, fabric
Surprised we quickly found out, as usual many have seen
Seen from this father, had found? the is-sue
Disappointed by his experience and all the unexpected events
Seen are those of the thirteenth, by way of greeting
The allu, his fallen children were crying in the street
A harsh test on his wife the silent cry was read
Like the one in the eyes of my friend who lived? abuse
Butt? in his business, he was becoming too stubborn
Tutures, apartments, bags, nothing was going on anymore
Fights, fights, lawsuits, we shot him down
You see, in these two cases, flashing lights, sidewalks
And an inert body, uttering a silent cry
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Move for you otherwise who will?
Who will do your future, who will give you the safe plan?
On the sidewalk, there are always nightmares and flashing lights
Burdens, of life when you build there is damage
Struggles, I, you, we lived through
He, we dreamed of it? / worship
Howl, angry without the mist having emerged
So I wrote this theory on the silent cry
Heaven, hell and love, and mess in our places
Instead of understanding, are we making a racket? the screen
The screens, the stones and slogans in front of the press and CRS / and remains lucid
broken? It doesn't seem enough
It's nothing, as if your problems had ended
Look? It's settled down?
As usual
It it's a blow of pressure in the wind, a messed up fart
a moan to please, a silent cry
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