Since I was little, my mother warned me:
that engine air not only brings gas,
that doubt also creates combustion.
Outside of being a child I was capricious,
there is much to be explored in the hole,
there is much that is not seen
in the abyss of expression.
My father made me believe in illusion,
that with Playing, nothing is lost,
if hope does not die.
And when I left my bubble,
believing that good always triumphs,
I believed in it to the extreme,
and I bet even on intuition.
And about reality, let me rage,
let me scream, even more, complain at least
about the circus of the absurd, it is the circus of the absurd.
About reality, let me rage,
let me scream, even more, complain at least
about the circus of the absurd, this circus of the absurd.
br/>Between conflicts of language and religion,
I lost other things and my first love.
And I was the victim of my depression,
under the sheet, from dawn to dusk,
and in such a strange world I traveled,
that a good scare woke me up.
I don't look back, oh no!, don't go crazy,
I live among the happiest people in the world,
and I still don't know why it's so hard for me to smile.
If it weren't for the humor of my people,
I would be every more and more insane,
fed up with God, money and his complaints and ambition.
And with reality, let me rage,
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let me scream, even more, complain at least
about the circus of the absurd, it is the circus of the absurd.
About reality, let me rage,
let me scream, even more, complain at least
about the circus of the absurd, it is the circus of the absurd.
Wow! Politicians,
puppets, transicolor,
giving acting classes,
stupidity and corruption.
Justice runs well,
always serves the highest bidder.
And without money Don Dolor
he does not find salvation.
The lack of education,
the cell phone as an addiction,
I get stuck in traffic
more time than working.
I am a good consumer,
if I owe more than I earn.
And you? What's up!
Don't tell me you don't feel the same,
on the verge of bursting,
without sleeping, without stopping,
stress makes you travel.
Uncertain worlds,
that will go in the
madness that I bring
of reality.
It is the circus of the absurd,
this circus of the absurd.
br/>About reality, let me rage,
let me scream, even more, complain at the very least
about the circus of the absurd, it is the circus of the absurd.

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