One of the new songs that I composed a guitar arpeggio brings dance the first verse, dynamic and angry and then open the horizons of thought nell'inciso, the second verse is relentless, the drums create a mysterious scenario, the second has recorded more intense .... the cry of the heart wants to fly, the final bridge is only read and heard ... a piece that speaks through the eyes of the people, the poorest, the suffering people ... what more often than not has the best resources, skepticism and prejudice, while alienating the love of a true embrace unites!!
THE MONSTER THAT PASS
I look
face and kicking
what's wrong
nothing belongs to me
in this city
see the shutters
close to me
The eyes of the people
people watching
as if I were a monster
passing
is not true that I am nothing
hurts the indifferent eyes
d ' a world that passes plan
and then searches for you far
ARE HERE SON HERE
LIVE EACH DAY AS
was the last
SON IS HERE HERE
NOT WANT INDIFFERENCE
but honest 'THAN
There's never enough
They are all philosophers to judge
look inside but it hurts
fog in the streets
immersed in my own eyes
people
as the Pharisees
this in mind
tumultuous thoughts
are boulders
not know drive
seek in the glances of others
understanding
only envy and contempt
I find
is not true that I am nothing
hurts the indifferent eyes
of a world that passes plan
searches from afar and then you
ARE HERE SON HERE
LIVE EACH DAY
HOW WAS THE LAST
ARE HERE SON HERE
NOT WANT TO INDIFFERENCE
but honest 'THAN
There's never enough
ARE HERE SON HERE
NOT WANT TO INDIFFERENCE
but honest 'THAN
There's never enough
bridge
do not want anything for nothing abstract
only feel satisfied
in this tournament
immense and without borders where you try
a happy ending
and respect that you have not sold
or you have it in or you're no good!
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