| The road becomes narrow
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| And it is tighter than each turn of the hands
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| Because it is an estuary and not a delta
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| This road ultimately gives no choice
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| In the end there is no choice
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| And the human itinerary
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| It does not foresee any return
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| But one way, one year like one day
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| Only colored sand
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| In the ampoule below my hourglass
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| Time does not challenge itself
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| Time does not challenge itself
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| You move forever, lazily
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| You die in the rigor, in the absent movement
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| In thought without love
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| And that's what I'm afraid of
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| Because when I stop
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| My bora has arrived
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| It's not over, it's not over
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| It may seem but life is not over
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| It is enough to have a memory and a perspective
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| Regardless of the weather
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| It's not over, it's not over
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| Despite all the evil it is not over
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| As long as I have a memory and a perspective
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| Regardless of the weather
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| Regardless of everything
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| Apart from me
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| Whoever is silent is not true that he agrees
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| Only that rejection doesn't always find the words
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| I too, modestly, do not understand but resist
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| And I fall silent with disgust
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| But what will I ever do with all this?
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| What will I ever do with all this?
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| Commanders, please us
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| If you make decisive decisions about our life
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| Do it only in the moment after your orgasm
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| Thanks to that moment of peace
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| We will have a world without anger
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| A world without war
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| It's not over, it's not over
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| It may seem but life is not over
|
| It is enough to have a memory and a perspective
|
| Regardless of the weather
|
| It's not over, it's not over
|
| Despite all the evil it is not over
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| As long as I have a memory and a perspective
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| Regardless of the weather
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| Regardless of everything
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| Apart from me
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| Apart from me
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| Apart from me |