Laments, feelings of regret
or just venting without notes.
djoe cubador I don't know the mornings
I live in the night where stars are hosts.
Defined phase, conscious at the end
blood dialogue without visual contact.
Depression
without giving the appearance
of a very heavy state without giving reference
To a very superficial definition
space is vital,< br/>but time is a rival.
Camouflaged message, personalized by me
I had to ask directly what the end is like.
Because it's like this and it doesn't explain, how much, something is damaged .
They want growth against winds and tides
So much shit for us to be babies again
We have to take care of those who took care of us before,
we have to fight not to see shocking scenes.
Years go by, violence remains
I wish everyone got along,
had someone to
love and respect like a mother
Because it's fucked up not having anyone...
Chorus
Innocent lament,
Don't sense the depressing phase
the conscious accuses the absent
And tell me, do what I ask
if I interest you
Innocent regret,
Don't sense the depressing phase
the conscious accuses the absent.
When you think that I don't value you
I feel your pain
inside there is a narrator that I listen to
Raw thoughts
running away from the impact,
trying to stay intact
so as not to suffer anymore.
We are not immortal, we are strangers creatures
Separated between stereotypes and structures.
For kids who want to be happy, don't get married
Kids who don't understand this, then leave.
Analyze and you will understand in love, union becomes routine discussion,
necessarily bad atmosphere in an always divergent scenario.
Discourse from the poor guy in a bad situation
What would it be like to literally live on a couch?
I ask my grandmother,
answer she can't,
Sick forever, how much longer will she have?
But I don't say goodbye, I say see you soon,
In doubt of knowing how the future will come...
Chorus
Innocent lament,
don't sense the depressing phase
the conscious accuses the absent
And tell me, do what I ask
if I interest you
Innocent lament,
Don't sense the depressing phase
the conscious accuses the absent.
I value who I need most,
who in hell shows me a little of paradise.
br/>It's close to my heart
I don't accept anything I'm not entitled to
Respect makes me satisfied
Sometimes I block it
I fear the worst
Waiting for a walk
I hope it still takes a while.
I'm grateful for life, despite everything
the one who needs it, is the one I help.
That's why I reflect, I light my lighter
I night my wella to the sound of the downpour
that falls on the surface, as if it were crying
a coma of problems, and what is the serum.
I owe it to whoever made me and To those who created me
for my silence I apologize and thank you very much.
Chorus
Innocent regret,
don't sense the depressing phase
the conscious accuses the absent
br/>and tell me, do what I ask
if I interest you
Innocent regret,
Don't sense the depressing phase
the conscious accuses the absent.
Outbursts result from weaknesses,
playing with the mind sometimes causes uncertainty
Outbursts result from weaknesses,
playing with the mind sometimes causes uncertainty.