now that seems that is so litlle to believe...
but i know that is so much so much..to just deny...

SPRINGER

whispers

trhow his boomerang..like a desistence..
should never acept the caos as advicer...

the humble you become..
the less youre tired...

boomerang

passion and hate..is a wayste of time..
we gonna transmutate..into other space...
in the horizon line...

litlle child..hold on..all the reigns of distorcion gonna fall down...

wind

living in a country governed by thieves..
everyday colour of mud my humble tv...
demons are them vibes of lies and greed...
givin zero-damn while destroys many families...

i can be...calm....still believing in something above..

calm

breath me..my wind is a bless..
spirit beyond the stress...

transmutation

say goodbye to the facebook world...

mud people that´s me saying goodbye..
you prefer the mud..i prefer to fly...

baloon

is flamengo at maracanã...
pato banton and all those that sing like him...

don´t come with ways when its up to me...you got it..
if youre not god please let me be...i got it..

smile

love back in these world is a dream...
love back in us is a dream..

who makes holes in our souls..so different of what we all wish..?

independent of masks i see people very hurt..and it´s kinda hard to see..

cold

melt the world around..
melt the cold around...

they waked the warriors that would be nicer if stayed calm...

different

like a poker game..a new move from you..surprise even yourself..
like a game..of freedom against blame...
of liberty against become insane...

never is the same...always is the same...

different

Sandro Hemerly