Pensamentos

Thought, light without direction... The evil eye, envy, malice, cowardice.
Take me to the edge of the river of despair.
Free me from this, guide me on the right paths.
I follow the Lord's command!

Thoughts, light, without direction, the illusion... The pain of those who didn't know how to think.
Thoughts, open the doors, close the cells. Heal the innocence of the kids from the slum.

Thought, the world that flourishes in each world.
That sows the flowers, hurts the vagabond.
Capable of making tears flow from a thief.
Capable of turning a stone into a heart.

Thought, the same that crucified Jesus;
Today terrorizes in the hooded agency.
Sometimes saddens, warms memories.
But also strengthens, and provides hope.
Thinking of seeing the mother smile, and the thief cry.
In the depths, needing strength to think.
So think; for those who only have a nickname is what remains.
The peak or misery? Just think at the right time.
The same brings you money, fame, luck, offers you a shack, a gun, death.
Ha, it's just a matter of thinking if it's worth being crazy, no need for comments, understand.
The world of those who think with their heads is different, right?
It's hot, different plans, different people.
We're here, busily thinking.
What do you think, man? Every day I see a mother crying.
Have you knelt at the grave of a partner of yours?
I have! That's why you don't think like me.
Ah, another planet where the feeling is pure, the thought is null, life of a vagabond.
(Chorus)
Thoughts, light, without direction, the illusion... The pain of those who didn't know how to think. (2x)
Thoughts, open the doors, close the cells. Heal the innocence of the kids from the slum.

Thoughts, brought me here; very grateful.
Difficult for those who think alone in a shack.
Damn, the kids were busy, didn't even think.
Came out of hiding in the face, and never came back.
For love or for pain? no. For money, of course.
Thinking is expensive, and man is mercenary.
Thinking about one's happiness, another cries.
Then you can smile, only God knows my time.

Thoughts, open the doors, close the cells. Heal the innocence of the kids from the slum.

Take a sober moment to love the feeling.
Corrupted, depressed; by hatred, by fear...
I thought from an early age about taking over my heart.
Vagabond, drugged, doesn't reach a pulse.
From thinking so much about crime, I mistreat my flesh.
Only those inside know; that the ego is cowardly.
Ha, even thinking about being good the body suffers.
The needy don't give up at the door of the safe.
Thought, take me to the arms of love, of success;
Free me from failure.
Light, without direction, the illusion... Direct the doubts, the dreams of a thief.
Who thinks in the dark, doesn't think about the future, thought is null, life of a vagabond.
(Chorus)
Thoughts, light, without direction, the illusion... The pain of those who didn't know how to think. (2x)
Thoughts, open the doors, close the cells. Heal the innocence of the kids from the slum.
Thoughts!