Look at that strange guy who arrived
He doesn't seem to find a place
In the body in which God incarnated him
He stumbles every block
Doesn't measure the strength you already have
Displays your heart in front of you
That doesn't divide with no one
You always have everything in your hands
But you carry the cross a little further
Cutting like a craftsman
The image of a good boy
Look who is asking for approval
He doesn't even know where to go
If someone doesn't point out the direction
Danger of never meeting
Will he realize
That he always runs away from place
Letting the hate hide
Maybe if you never try again
Live like the guy on TV
Who wins the fight without breaking a sweat
And wins applause without meaning to
br/>It's part of this game
Tell the whole world
That only people know
Your bad lot
It's as simple as that
When you shrug your chest
And pretend there is no competition
it's the solution of someone who doesn't he wants to
Lose what he already has
And close his hand to what is to come

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