Os Filhos Da Nação

Here you are, young and aware
Awake at this century's end
Waiting for a place
Hard to find
In the tube lives the hope

Behind the dizzying lights
Facing the fear of the recent night
That you have to conquer
That you have to conquer

Oh, these are the children of the nation
Forever adults
Eager to know
If the cross is salvation

Then you wave, with nothing to fear
Old accomplice of the decision
Bound to an order
That you can't break
You hear, fascinated, the craft of victory

The phobia of a monologue
That insists on sharing
But you don't understand why
But you don't understand why