Sôber

Fettered
With revenge in my fingers, taste bitter
you need the comfort of one God
We'll know which is our fault flag and rudder
A sinking ship ...

I live in the sea branded desolation
on my face and in my chest whip humiliation

Chained like a dog at the gate
your sins, always slave server

With a morning ahead, uncertain future
With a thousand promises in the air that will not meet
will piling their failures in the attic of broken dreams

I live in the sea branded desolation
on my face and in my chest whip humiliation

Chained like a dog at the gate
your sins forever, slave and servant
Learning to live without fear, with courage
Taking a coin, heads or tails
Touch and touch the ground without falling
for I am the slave of reason

Your stained hands wielding the whip of humiliation

Chained like a dog at the gate
your sins forever, slave and servant

Learning to live without fear, with courage
Taking a coin, heads or to cross
Touch and touch the ground without falling
for I am the slave of reason