É para isto que estamos vivos?
Tirar a beleza de tudo e padronizar?
Da pedra bruta, virar diamante?
E ao ser selvagem, adestrar?
O capitalismo que nos tira o brilho
com a ilusão de uma vida feliz
é o pesadelo em si
Não poderemos sonhar quando já estivermos mortos
Coração rebelde
Áspero, imperfeito, malcriado
Coração Rebelde
Nós seguimos sonhando
Cru, selvagem
Um tanto desumano
Raízes fincadas
Não há limites para nossos sonhos
Conclamamos agora, todos a sonhar
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lapidate, mold
carve, carve
educate, refine
refine, castrate
tame, control
boil, modify
Is this what we're alive for?
Take the beauty out of everything and standardize?
From the rough stone, to turn into a diamond?
And when being wild, training?
The capitalism that takes our shine away
with the illusion of a happy life
it's the nightmare itself
We won't be able to dream when we're already dead
rebel heart
Rough, imperfect, naughty
Rebel Heart
we keep dreaming
raw, wild
somewhat inhuman
planted roots
There are no limits to our dreams
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