A beautifull day
with a hand full of sand
comes the sky on a rushing run
without your consense
you confesse on the beauty of the sun
when every man loses his hands
we come to the end of the cycle
like the trash when it his recycle
we like the beauty of the beach
when you see and like the peach
the beauty of his mate
on the closing run of the gate
run!!, they scream to his brother
on the closing time of his freedom
once the prison gate was close
there is no more escuse.
with a hand full of sand
comes the sky on a rushing run
without your consense
you confesse on the beauty of the sun
when every man loses his hands
we come to the end of the cycle
like the trash when it his recycle
we like the beauty of the beach
when you see and like the peach
the beauty of his mate
on the closing run of the gate
run!!, they scream to his brother
on the closing time of his freedom
once the prison gate was close
there is no more escuse.
José Pina 28 Setembro de 2010
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