A Terceira Lâmina

It's the one that hurts
That will come more peacefully
With the hunger of the people
With pieces of life
With the hard seed
That is caught in the fire
Of all the crowd

I think it's much more than stones in hand
Of those who live in silence
Hanging in time
Forgetting the moments
At the bottom of the well
In the throat of the moat
In the voice of a singer

And it will come like war
The third message
In the man's head
Distress and courage
Away from the land
He thinks about the beast
That begins to devour it

I think the years will pass
With that certainty
That we will have in our eyes
Again the idea
From getting out of the well
From the throat of the moat
In the voice of a singer

And it will come like war
The third message
In the man's head
Distress and courage
Away from the land
He thinks about the beast
That begins to devour it

I think the years will pass
With that certainty
That we will have in our eyes
Again the idea
From getting out of the well
From the throat of the moat
In the voice of a singer

Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!