Lost In Translation Feat Raony

Mil novecentos e dois mil e doze,
bobo da corte faz pose numa tv a cores ,
familias comem Nissin Lamen de carne de eleitores,
que protagonizam que protagonizam os seus filmes de horrores

All my life I’ve been waiting for this day
need to go it alone,
so come what may,
softer whispers can take your breath away,
today I learned to live with brighter colors.

You are part of the air that I breathe,
why I find it so hard to set you free,
always taught never bite the hand that feeds,
somewhere lost within translation.

As boas novas são velhas
Antonia acende uma nova vela,
nova era ja era
made in planeta terra

I’ve got the sun on my skin,
I’ve got the wind in my face,
I better open my heart before its too late,
I am wasted on words and starved from the taste,
this is the world I live in,
these are the choices I make.

Tell me how can I speak with a gun to my head,
for my personal Jesus is deader than dead,
for the more that you take is the more that you need,
won’t you open your hearts and set yourself free