Come down from that branch where you hide
Get out of that sky without anyone
Where you see no light or horizons
Where you see nothing beyond
Pá I'll have to spend time going around
Lamenting and feeding inside
The wound of torment
I also know the pain you spare yourself
Yes, the world is cruel
But I ask you, in what clothes
Are you going to play your role?
Stop scrolling through time...
From the bad trap, give the plot and the net
br/>What fate has prepared for you
You made the bed, the mattress and the wall
From your own bedroom
Stop scrolling through time...
There is no longer anything, with what
To protect you
Play your card, finally
Before chance burns, before too late
Before the summer will come to an end
I'm not going to continue with this thread
I'm not going to insist, say anything more
Let the wind tell you
Stop scrolling time...