This path...
It brought us to the burning coast
And I want to know
What's on your mind?
Tough times
'Tween the storm and the forest fire
Compromising lies
Luck goes on trial
We've waited long enough dragging hopefully
Door to door. Come in.
For the better or worse in a span of a century
We've harnessed our beliefs
From the factory walls through the stamps of burocracy
To burn our wood and reasons to proceed
You'll see
There's no place for honesty
Stones in shallow creeks
Lay cold and still
But they'll kill
Once you dare to build a shrine
Wish for better life
Left unfulfilled
We've waited long enough dragging hopefully
Door to door. Come in.
For the better or worse in a span of a century
We've harnessed our beliefs
From the factory walls through the stamps of burocracy
To burn our wood and reasons to proceed
This path...
It brought us to the burning coast
And I want to know...
We've waited long enough dragging hopefully
Worn out human skins
For the better or worse in a span of a century
We've harnessed our beliefs
From the factory walls, through the crooked democracy
We go hand in hand and chanting:
Let me live!