A Terceira Lâmina

It's the one that wounds
That will come more calmly
With the hunger of the people
With pieces of life

Like the hard seed
That clings to the fire
Of the whole crowd
I find it much better
Than stones in hand

Of those who live in silence
Hanging in time
Forgetting the moments
In the depth of the well
In the throat of the pit
In the voice of a singer

And it will come as war
The third message
In the head of man
Distress and courage
Away from the earth
He thinks of the beast
That begins to devour him

I think the years
Will go by
With that certainty
That we will have in our eyes
Again the idea
Of getting out of the well
From the throat of the pit
In the voice of a singer

And it will come as war
The third message
In the head of man
Distress and courage
Away from the earth
He thinks of the beast
That begins to devour him

I think the years
Will go by
With that certainty
That we will have in our eyes
Again the idea
Of getting out of the well
From the throat of the pit
In the voice of a singer

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