Sometimes I feel like a tower,
That you can´t climb.
Sometimes I feel I have the power,
That with my eyes I see your mind.
Sometimes I punch so hard,
That you're like "his he a retard",
No! I just fucked you from behind.
I'm the shit you don't have the balls to be,
Be able to show the real you
And not what others want to see.
Your best skill is your motherfucking tongue,
Till he falls,
till he crashes,
till he burns into ashes,
Licking motherfucking stinky asses.
Growing older but I still the same,
Rising up my middle finger I tell you...
"Enought bla, bla, bla you're a shame".
Na língua de Camões e do Fábio Coentrão pode-se traduzir da seguinte forma:
Na escuridão absoluta...
O pensamento é puro.
Á luz das velas...
O silêncio é magnífico.
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