Son Feci Bisiklet - Ufolar Lyrics
Son Feci Bisiklet - Ufolar Lyrics
These beautiful days have an end, have an end
In the eyes of those who rule, there is a question
In the hands of the rebellious villagers, there are dry sticks
Of this cruel system, of the ill-mannered mass
There are UFOs at their command
Everyone should get on but know this well
This train is heading towards nothing
All over again, from a single tree
It keeps rewinding, like turning back to the forest
The pharaoh and the slave, both die of the same illness
Raise your glass, your middle finger to the skies
It seems very hard to believe but
The whole world was wrong, only I was right
Break the goblet, don't look back
Let the world burn, you warm up
The pharaoh and the slave, both die of the same illness
Raise your glass, your middle finger to the skies
In the hands of the rebellious villagers, there are dry sticks
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