1. |
Rosa Vermelha
00:32
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2. |
Rosa Branca
05:56
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Não cedi por pureza,
Sofri pela melancolia do branco.
Rosa branca nêutra sobre o banco,
que deixaste com crueza
O sol por debaixo da nuvem
foi incapaz de ter luz tão pura
tão alva, cheia de ternura
Mas ao mesmo tempo fria, distante dos que ouvem
E os que ouviam eram todos filhos
da Penumbra, da sorte
De toda a sombra de um caudilho;
Caudilho Samael, O anjo da morte
Lá estava um corpo pútrido
Enterrado, nú por conta dos vermes
Um cadáver que, em vida, foi corrompido
Lá jazia em terra fértil
E, no submundo, lamuriava
Surrado até a morte com uma clava,
Foi ao inferno chorar em voz baixa
Reclamou da dor que passava
Lúcifer o entregou sua rosa branca
Olhou de lado, mal amado, e sussurrou:
"Deus é sádico, não perdoou nem a santa,
Nem com seu filho se contentou"
E os que ouviam eram todos filhos
da Penumbra, da sorte
De toda a sombra de um caudilho;
Caudilho Samael, O anjo da morte
Lá estava um corpo pútrido
Enterrado, nu por conta dos vermes
Um cadáver que, em vida, foi corrompido
Lá jazia em terra fértil
Ele tomou a alva rosa em mãos
Deu meia volta e se retirou, sem afeição
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3. |
Gauzes
08:00
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Some people spit on the red and black flag
They have lost faith in the world
Or possibly they never had it
The gauze caps deformed faces
By profit and hunger
But gauzes do not cover the pain
Being conservative is cheating.
Cheat and lie to yourself
The glory survives
Come on board of the great ship
The same ship of disappointments
And just try to survive
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4. |
Rosa Azul
00:28
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5. |
Against Us
02:28
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Fight against the human holocaust
You know this pain is not our fault
The richest ones shaking hands, What they've sell?
The product in this agreement is our soul
Our work potential is all they need
The elitist scum, we who feed.
Why should we believe all this lies?
We're not to blame, why do we cry?
Military scum, made just to held
the suns of the capital, the real sons of hell
Why should we believe in a lie thats supported
By the own state. This is what i tell.
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6. |
Moore
08:19
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I can feel my insanity
Swallowing my whole body
Destroying my purity
I still have clothes with your scent
Forget? I fucking can't!
My suicide is near
It was never so clear
I will finally love me
Eternally
My mind is thinning
My blood is falling
In the same ground where one day
I knelt to you
The node was already done
And death finally won.
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7. |
Heart
06:12
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Some livings have heart
I'm hollow, I'm bored
My veins are full
Of denials, so rude
Believers have heart
So deeply love
But I, I'm nothing
A thief, a lover
I wish I have one
Feel human, not scum
But that's what I am
Against the wind, I'm sand
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm not
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8. |
Black & Red
08:37
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Lurking enemies in a barricade
Made with the sweat from our ideals
That was hard, but it needed to be made
For the enemy troops comes with hate
Shot after shot, conquer barcelona
Franco wants us dead
Fear runs up the spine
We are Hungry and with few bread
But we never
tire of battle
Only then we can conquer
our utopia
Everything is improvised,
less the certain that
a life without freedom
is not a life
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9. |
Fuck Far-Right
04:18
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Enemies of the masses
Saints of the above classes
Kings of mass information
Danger to all nations
When the time of slaying come
I'll be drinking some
Of the opossitions blood
Above the corpses filled with mud
Since the Nazis
To neoliberals
Can we see
They're all made to fall
Fuck extreme right
Their desires and their dreams
Of killing minorities,
Of having our head on sight
Fuck far-right
Fuck far-right
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10. |
Smoke
03:08
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If you want me dead
Just come and try
Kiss me, i'm sad
Don't let me fight
I breath this wind
Full of smoke
Empty of life
Bodies like stones
I'm somebody's fool
Designed to die
Cursed in birth
Wrecked this time
I'm no one
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11. |
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When life is but disappointment
And nothing is amusing
The one wild hunt
For loneliness
Is a life without god
Is an end without love
Soulless today
And soulless tomorrow
We struggle forthe joy
Oh, we struggle for tthe joy
That life is haunted by
Its memories - its meaninglessness
Yearn to be gathered, cracked and saved
A thought for a life time
A thought for a night time
But, what ends when the symbols shatter?
And, who knows what happens to hearts?
But, what ends when the symbols shatter?
And, who knows what happens to hearts?
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12. |
Para O Limbo
04:56
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Quantos rezam, cedem preces
Que o limbo leva?
Quantos choram sentam tristes
na sala de espera?
Esperando um milagre voraz
Contam suas moedas
Sofrem dores sem razão
Quais são as faces dóceis
que nos matam em vão?
Onde foram as promessas de sóis mais gentis?
Por que sofrem em silencio os peões, e não os reis?
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Gulag São Paulo, Brazil
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