Meteoro

When razors and skin, perform a dance show,
it will come, it will come

There’s no more pain [there’s no more cry] they won’t dry your body
[It’s so much hard] ignore this way [pretty benevolent]

But… I will not run…
[I will keep my way until the end], the guns below my bed…
Are reloaded…
[Repeat this, repeat this, get set], with hope bullets

I’m going to face my shades, [and] a champagne’s glass
This is why, this is why [I’m not underground]

Yeah, your sickle, was not so
[harmful to] pass my shell,
[made to], protect me,
[against], the death’s chimera

[See through, all my smiles, you’ll see not too much]
a mask for show some care, a prayer to see nobody,
the armored air cell’s gags, the resonance of my voice

I’m going to face my shades, [and] a champagne’s glass
This is why, this is why [I’m not underground]

[Masks, prayers, gags]
a mask to show some care / a prayer to see nobody /
/ the armored air cell’s gags / the resonance of my voice

And yet I’m still writing my own drama,
without a happy ending,
The Stereotype of my tomorrow,
collapsed with the atmosphere