Difícil conjugar a vidaSeparar cicatriz e feridaE engolir o comprimido do tempoQue alguém nos enfiou goela adentro
Haja Deus pra tanto mistérioFilhos teus histéricosDão voltas pelo mundo redondoPronto pra nos confundir
E nósBando de tantos tontosRodando aos trancos por aíHaja tetoPra tanto desabrigo
Haja palavraPro que eu não digoHaja instintoE haja saídaPra tanto labirinto
It's hard to conjugate lifeTo separate the scar from the woundAnd take the time pillThat someone put deep into our throats
Let there be God for all this mysteryYour children are histericalThey go around the worldReady to mess us up
And usA bunch of crazy peopleSpinning aroundLet there be a roofFor such lack of shelter
Let there be wordTo the things I don't sayLet there be instinctAnd let there be an exitTo such a big labyrint