Sethugal
A moment of weakness
The game is closed
The torture is blind
It’s never ending
Paralyze the senses
And freezes the mind
The body speeds
But the movements are mixed out
When the price is too high
The palm is slippery
The storm is closing down
At dawn brightened the sun light
At nightfall, the moon shinning far
For his triumphant arrival
Ahead y’all hold wherever you can
Shout to the four corners
Do not give up that easy
Think of the moment
Repeating a crime
Is to keep quiet about
What is to be heard
At dawn brightened the sun light
At nightfall, the moon shinning far
Mojubá ,silence, nothingness, sethugal
