Eu respiro o perfume do lirio do campo Que ja nao sustenta maisde angunstia Sangram as lagrimas quecaem...Suspira a saudade quevarre as lembrancas.. Quero cair....quero me jogarao longe onde nada maisme acolhera Quero derramar sozinhaminhas lagrimas Como o lirio, quero meisolar... mesmo que eu sangreate a sublime morte... Quero deitar-me sob a terra eobservar a beleza de estarvulneravel e sozinha Ser absorvida para seuinterior Ser parte da sua essencia E tudo que quero e penso emsentir Em meus mais profundosmomentos de desespero Quando minha alma exalao som da morte Ao mesmo implicita o desejode estar permeando a belezavivida aos antepassadosUm desejo que arde...queanseia a intorromper essesentimento Mas que nao tem forcas paralutar a isso... A esperanca que resta naobasta... Liga-se a mim por apenasum tremulo fio Que a qualquer momento,assim como minha vida,podera se romper. B.Y.O.B.System Of a DownWhy do they always send the poor?Barbarisms by BarbarasWith pointed heelsVictorious victories kneelFor brand new spankin' dealsMarching forward hypocritic andHypnotic computersYou depend on our protectionYet you feed us lies from the tableclothEverybody's going to the party have a real good timeDancing in the desert blowing up the sunshineKneeling roses disappearing intoMoses' dry mouthBreaking into Fort Knox stealingOur intentionsHangers sitting dripped in oilCrying freedomHanded to obsoletionStill you feed us lies from the tableclothEverybody's going to the party have a real good timeDancing in the desert blowing up the sunshineEverybody's going to the party have a real good timeDancing in the desert blowing up the sunshineBlast offIt's party timeAnd we don't live in a fascist nationBlast offIt's party timeAnd where the fuck are you?Where the fuck are you?Where the fuck are you?Why don't presidents fight the war?Why do they always send the poor?Why don't presidents fight the war?Why do they always send the poor?Why do they always send the poor?Why do they always send the poor?Why do they always send the poor?Kneeling roses disappearing intoMoses' dry mouthBreaking into Fort Knox stealingOur intentionsHangers sitting dripped in oilCrying freedomHanded to obsoletion,Still you feed us lies from the tableclothEverybody's going to the party have a real good timeDancing in the desert blowing up the sunshineEverybody's going to the party have a real good timeDancing in the desert blowing up the sunWhere the fuck are you?Where the fuck are you?Why don't presidents fight the war?Why do they always send the poor?Why don't presidents fight the war?Why do they always send the poor?Why do they always send the poor?Why do they always send the poor?Why do they always send the poor?Why do they always send the poor?Why do they always send the poor?They always send the poorThey always send the poor Estou longe de mim mesmo,Vagando em pensamentos,Oprimindo meus sonhos,Desprezando meus desejos.Longe das fantasias,Longe dos entusiasmos,Vivendo a realidade,Sobrevivendo de um passado.Estou longe de mim mesmo,Vivendo o que mais temo,De corpo cansado e alma morrendo,Olhos vendados, pes amarrados,Punhos fechados, amargo veneno.Longe de mim mesmo.No suicidio dos meus dias,Eu vou me entorpecendo,Matando as alegrias,Matando-me por dentro.Estou muito longe!Muito, longe de mim mesmo. Ola companheiras e companheiros da Pastoral da Juventude do Meio Popular do Brasil! Nos, da Pastoral da Juventude do Meio Popular,