Brota

It bounces, the shadow, from the side of the other,
The night explores, the line pleads, and the note still sprouts,
from a stupid being, during the day it explores, the flesh that rubs

(Pre)
It bounces... (x4)

The martyrdom returns, the thick blood, sacred promise,
dominion of land, and it still returns, suddenly to the table,
clouded consciousness, the flesh that expresses.

(Pre)
It bounces... (x4)

Chorus:
Bounce, bounce... the blood that sprouts (x4)

The martyrdom returns, the thick blood, sacred promise,
dominion of land, and it still returns, suddenly to the table,
clouded consciousness, the flesh that expresses.

(Pre)
It bounces... (x4)

Chorus:
Bounce, bounce... the blood that sprouts (x4)

The one that explodes... (x4)

Chorus:
Bounce, bounce... the blood that sprouts (x4)

the blood that sprouts... (x4)
bounce, bounce...