I know very well that you have come across me sometimes, in the night
In my thug places, cursed places that are poorly frequented
Precisely with brothers, who have been for years you are rat
Reproven by justice and by the law of men
And sometimes you wonder with all that I have written
All that I did, why am I still here
At this time, available, five o'clock in the morning
To seek not the absolute truth, but a relative truth
Who sometimes comes out of the mouths of men or women
Who have survived so much, survived so much
But you know what I'm looking for, it's not what you think
And what I write is not what you think
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It's a cry of alarm, words of love
I'm here without a weapon, alone , alone, in the dawn
I no longer have tears, my eyes are too heavy
My voice cracks, alone, alone, on my words of love
And sometimes these words of love are incredibly violent
With metallic drums
And guitars saturated with heavy rock metal
These words that come out of the granite of the street
These words that come out of the rot of concrete cities
Cracked, these words violence I break my voice
After I didn't even have it anymore
To speak to you at the end of the concert
These words violence that are thrown at people's heads
It's not what you think
It's not what you believe
It's a cry of alarm, words of love
I am here without a weapon, alone, alone, in the dawn
I have no more tears, my eyes are too heavy
My voice cracks, alone, alone, on my words of love
Come on, they are words of love

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