Look, I am not here
Tell me where I
There is no time nothing
That makes me be who I am
But not stop thinking pra
I follow roads, follow me find clues pra
Never know what is happening
With the manias of the place
Because always before delivery to start liking
To be equal, anyone
I feel more a part at the end
Committing an error bobo, decimal
Actually still under the same condition
Distracting the truth, the heart enganando
By my tracks you lose direction
There‘s no plaque or people will know where
I think again I am without my friends
And reiterate the door open hazards
Actually still under the same condition
Distracting the truth, the heart enganando
Actually still under the same condition.