Os Filhos Da Nação
Quinta do Bill
The Sons of the Nation
Here you are, young attentive
Awake in this end of the century
Waiting for a place
Hard to find
Hope lives in the diploma.
Behind the swirling lights
Fear of the decent night
That you have to conquer
You have to conquer
Oh, these are the sons of the nation
Adults forever
Eager to know
If the cross is salvation
You set the scenes with nothing to fear
Old accomplice of the decision
Imprisoned is an order
You can't break
The shattered craft of victory
The fury of a monologue
That insists on sharing
But you don't understand why
But you don't understand why
