Альбом Lali Puna

There was no reason to complain
it's all been candy cream
neatly, smooth and clean forever

The battle seemed so far away
she never felt the pain
but then one day it came a little

Yet things happend just that way
realize your fate
shut it down, increase the pressure

There was no reason to complain
it's all been candy cream
neatly, smooth and clean forever

Quit your jobs
Don't cross you fingers
Don't work for people
You can't trust

Quit their money
Leave their places
Slam the door and
Don't look back

You've been here so long
Don't take the middle curse
Don't hesitate, it's overdue
Suit or revolt, it's up to you

Born
Bored
Discovered
All the things we do are pin-up sweet

Born
Bought
Discouraged
All the things we do are pin-up sweet

In between we're recorders
In between we try

Coisas que acontecem no contratempo
Não se sujeitam ao consenso
Ficam no fundo
Enquanto o resíduo perece
Sabedorias feitas na manga
Servem ao estado presente
Ficam distinto(s)
Enquanto a maioria embarga
Se a relação do contratempo
E do tempo presente
Assimilarem
Não se precisava de viagens cosmonáuticas
As teorias seriam atendidas
Mas a inteligência limita a autonomia humana

I've never said you'll have to
be afraid
of the cookie monster
beside your bed

It's not the real
The real one's in your head
Beyond control
The true one cuts you dead

It's a real fight
It's a war

When destruction takes over
There is no escape
Every shot on target
Perpetrator knows how to strike

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We should know you then
We know your ways, your sorrows

We will take you in
We care if you will fail

You could know better
You should know all this

We would soothe you then
We should believe in wonder

We should know you then
We know your ways, your sorrows

You could know better
You should know all this

Don't think
I'm too slow for you talking
So quick your mouth moves
Can't think
As I am answering your questions
But you won't listen anyway
I could be mute

They say nothing to me
I say nothing to them.
Sometimes I can't believe this is home.

I've heard it before.
I thought I'd been over that.
You'll never really pass the things
you're afraid of.

The man on the plastic bag looks like terror.
He's staring at me. I can't say why.
His face seems spoiled.

When I think of calling a friend, I notice that
most of them have mutilated into acquaintances
Maybe that's my fault, maybe it's a form of getting old
I'm used to small talk at the moment.

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