Sympathy for my enemy
Lécio Dias
Naked savages on the sand
Holding your eyes, burying your hand
Can they smell your heart, oh friend?
All of your creations started in the end
You can become another man
Am I breathing wrong, oh boy?
Running through pages of sinners' bible
Giving grace to the holy Helen of Troy
You're not awake, If you only take
All that rotten hope on you
Suddenly it will break, son of the mistake
The rudeness will bloom into something new...
If I only could be just like you...
If I only could be just like you...
Oh my wandеring jew...