Rafael Bittencourt (da banda Angra) - Z. I. T. O. | Текст песни

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• Rafael Bittencourt (da banda Angra)
• Z. I. T. O.

Somehow I turn
Around and see:
My nerves break down inside.
Maybe you might know
Much more, than me,
So tell me, what is right to say?

Down the weakness of my soul
Lie the secrets, and I know:
There's something pushing back.
Wish my hands could turn to gold,
And my heart would turn to gold
To give my thoughts some sense.

The turn is close,
New century.
Still people think they're kings.
Now you've got your voice,
Your own speech -
Don't wait, till someone else agrees.

Swimming naked of beliefs
And responsibilities
Just feel the sea of bliss.
Mother nature brings to me
In fantastic purity
Everithing I need.

Like a teenager discovery,
What's more delightful, than this?
Try to remember, how good it was
Feeling the life as it is.
To believe.


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