Annie wanders on the land She loves the freedom of the air She finds a friend in every place she goes There's always a face she knows I wish that I was
Now the world holds seven wonders That the travellers always tell Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well But now the greatest wonder
Plomito saw the papis eyes.... Plomito saw the papis eyes.... Plomito saw the papis eyes....
This day travels within the dense mist and awake this clearer sight as the birth of the night is seen... Though my mind wander like an stream beside,
Miseribus, Sanctus, Pecatorius hominus Miseribus, Sanctus, Pecatorius hominus Miseribus, Sanctus, Domine Deo Sabbaoth! Domine When the world had a traic
When the world had a tragic fate We were draining the poisoned sea Only prayers were taking lead Though the scenes were indeed too sad Oh! Just some
Time for your reflection What's the promise you have made? Destruction of your pride And reconstruction of my name You betrayed me where's your bravery
(Bittencourt, Loureiro, Matos, Mariutti, Confessori) All I see floats with the wind All the miracles of the water Are the miracles never seen Somehow
Silent talks In a cold room, lost Thoughts are gone I'm alone Wonder why Why the faults were mine Should I promise this? Day by day I need you Hold
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[Hunters And Prey version in Brazilian Portuguese] [Music: Kiko Loureiro, Rafael Bittencourt, Edu Falaschi and Aquiles Priester] [Lyrics: Rafael Bittencourt
(Matos) Three cliffs there stand High above where high winds howl Surrounding silence Three birds climb, then turn to fall Waiting for someday when the
Dreams - sensations you prove Are taken from nature Sooner or later they'll try to convince you are wrong Fight against the kingdom of fear You find
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Ego Painted Grey Lyrics I feel the pain but I'm afraid to cry All the time, desperate hiding tears My life is boring and I count the days On and on,
[Instrumental] [Originally written by G.P. da Palestrina (1525-1594)]
[Music: Kiko Loureiro, Rafael Bittencourt, Edu Falaschi, Aquiles Priester] [Lyrics: Rafael Bittencourt] Demian poor child was raised on the gutter Digs
Now I know that the end comes You knew since the begining Didn't want to believe it's true You are alone again, my soul will be with you Why is the clock
