歌词
The sound of the music
invades open spaces.
He envelops them with his lyric
in just a few moments.
And it lasts more than a hundred years
well guarded by his tunic.
We live strange days,
lamentations for the rhythm.
Like the cold on the roofs
of dangerous meetings,
late at night
everyone knows what happened.
Unforeseen tensions,
very thoughtful relationships.
Open spaces already occupied.
Strange days gone by.
A few hours after this,
in an almost hypnotic trance,
friendship off to a bad start,
not knowing whether to go with the rest
to unknown open spaces
at twilight time.
Without fitting well with these,
strange leap years.
Messages that are encrypted
to unlimited spaces.
Some desolate screams
They await the new order implemented.
The sound of the music
invades open spaces.
He envelops them with his lyric
in just a few moments.
And it lasts more than a hundred years
well guarded by his tunic.
We live strange days,
lamentations for the rhythm.
Like the cold on the roofs
of dangerous meetings,
late at night
everyone knows what happened.
Unforeseen tensions,
very thoughtful relationships.
Open spaces already occupied.
Strange days gone by.
A few hours after this,
in an almost hypnotic trance,
friendship off to a bad start,
not knowing whether to go with the rest
to unknown open spaces
at twilight time.
Without fitting well with these,
strange leap years.
Messages that are encrypted
to unlimited spaces.
Some desolate screams
They await the new order implemented.
Strange days gone by.
Strange leap years.
The sound of the music
invades open spaces.
He envelops them with his lyric
in just a few moments.
And it lasts more than a hundred years
well guarded by his tunic.
We live strange days,
lamentations for the rhythm.
Like the cold on the roofs
of dangerous meetings,
late at night
everyone knows what happened.
Unforeseen tensions,
very thoughtful relationships.
Open spaces already occupied.
Strange days gone by.
A few hours after this,
in an almost hypnotic trance,
friendship off to a bad start,
not knowing whether to go with the rest
to unknown open spaces
at twilight time.
Without fitting well with these,
strange leap years.
Messages that are encrypted
to unlimited spaces.
Some desolate screams
They await the new order implemented.
Strange days gone by.
Strange leap years.
