For de spetacle of life
Can not stop
Despite the wind storms
That in de opposite direction
Increase the fatigue
And the weith of our feelings
The chains attached to the ankles
Linking our bodies at our graves
And the ghosts relatives
Paralyzing our minds
The narrow corridors this castle of the fears
We have to drag us
Without even knowing
Why and where will we arive
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