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Pampa Yakuza
It Could Be
It could be, that it's a long winter,
And get ready because the wind is like the weather,
It slips through your fingers, it hugs you
Then it puts you to sleep.
Look at yourself, what are you doing kneeling down,
Gentle like a puppy in the dog bed
Never in the fight.
Up above I send you this message
That the fire doesn't go out
It depends on how you light it.
The strength that your engine holds
Waits for the day you decide
To step on it all the way.
Damn cops shooting to kill
Damn justice hiding the truth
Murderous politics, garbage in session
Stealing the crumbs of our nation.
You stayed all spruced up for not wanting to open up
When will you understand
If the train kept going and you stayed on the tracks
Another one will appear.
Don't run to the back
Don't let them make you cattle
Feel lucky, the air is already paid for
Don't let them lay you down, even if you're on the mat.
It could be, that it's a long winter,
And get ready because the wind is like the weather,
It slips through your fingers, it hugs you then puts you to sleep.
Gathering hopes in the offer
Drumming that echoes in the streets
They become a chain.
Condemn that the scream be sacred
And all mortals find out
That someone is fighting.
Up above I send you this message
That the fire doesn't go out
It depends on how you light it.
Damn cops shooting to kill
Damn justice hiding the truth
Murderous politics, garbage in session
Stealing the crumbs of our nation.
