Mano Fátima

And Beret again
B-records again

The clock hands are the only ones that understand
To sew my love, the wounds you ignite
If we call muse to all that loses us
How will we find the way in our minds?
Give me a reason and I swear I will forever break my voice to see how you feel
Tell me your pain and I will say what you deserve, our worst face is the one that never lies less

I understand now why I shouldn't step out of the outline
Could it be because what's inside has more color and depth?
When things don't clarify, boy, leave your desires and stop, all right?
Life doesn't come cheap when you separate good and evil, fight!

Maybe it's a dream to feel and appreciate what I don't see through the mist
Giving the exact balance is achieved when neither cold nor heat affects the naked soul

When the heart stops and we have to overcome
The size takes your energy and gives a boom fyah
Tell me where you fail and overcome yourself and leave your mark
When everything flees, you find yourself
If Fatima's hand granted me the pure touch of energy
I assure you that I could see silently under the harsh world
I doubt being the wall of power but I swear to be the tough
Bitter hard of pleasure!

The clock hands are the only ones that understand
To sew my love, the wounds you ignite
If we call muse to all that loses us
How will we find the way in our minds?
Give me a reason and I swear I will forever break my voice to see how you feel
Tell me your pain and I will say what you deserve, our worst face is the one that never lies less

Some seek to be known without even knowing themselves
When problems come, they only have to hide
Take care of your river, the spring must be seen
If you move away from its cold, everything starts to spill
The lava will fall, Horus will watch, it will remain
Petrified like Perseus' fear
Chain one hand to the other
And you will see how I myself am a prisoner of my reality
If they intimidate and tire of the caste, the clan
They auction off their-bastard kindness
The shit they have left and I don't want to throw away
I'm barely going to burn the garbage
I'm going to write commas until I reach the exact point
Of saying sorry when I hardly suffer
I learned that everything happens and will make sense if we invent its measure
As it happened with time, hey

The clock hands are the only ones that understand
To sew my love, the wounds you ignite
If we call muse to all that loses us
How will we find the way in our minds?
Give me a reason and I swear I will forever break my voice to see how you feel
Tell me your pain and I will say what you deserve, our worst face is the one that never lies less