Inconciente Colectivo
Sui Generis
Collective Unconscious
A flower is born, the sun rises every day, occasionally
You hear that voice.
Like bread, eager to sing, on the eaves of the mind
With the cicadas
But at the same time there is a transformer
That consumes the best you have
It pulls you back, asks for more and more
And there comes a point where you don't want to.
Mom, freedom, you will always carry it
Inside your heart
They can corrupt you
You can forget
But she is always there.
Mom, freedom, you will always carry it
Inside your heart
They can corrupt you
You can forget
But she is always there
Yesterday I dreamed of the hungry, the crazy,
Those who have left, those who are in prison
Today I woke up singing this song
That was written a long time ago.
It is necessary to sing again,
Once more.
