I sprout
and they told me
that you were cacique of the world
i grew up and your word
didn't blind me for so long
your history is a fable

for lost ones
that lost themselves in the dawn
Maybe this unequality was one
of your several prooves of love?

But you isn't here
and you dont
suffer here (2x)

But maybe you were so high
to see some things

cause i know that so far
is hard to understand
If you are so able let us choose
if we want life or death
or at least how to live


This obrigatory free will
where is to serve or to suffer
cause if isn't this way
how vaticano must be of gold?

I didn't find any pajé
to heal the pain
through the life
i know that you isn't here
to raise me
when i fall