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A little nostalgia too... I prepared a lyrics video for the song that Sago made with Mozole Mirach for Pesimist EP 4 in 2006. You can find the lyrics of the song below. Lyrics: (Sagopa Kajmer Verse) Jealous of the smoke of my cigarette. The tide keeps turning, your patience. Even if you don't disappear, hide. Even if you don't feel ashamed, be proud. And always hide in the smallest cave you find. Where there is much satiety for the traitor, stay alone and be cleared. An angel is on my cheeks, a moth in the attacks of fate. Feet in swamps, In the mansions of death, pain doesn't leave my hand. My yesterday is questioning my tomorrow, That's why the pen is on the temples of the page. Man is the Lord's baby, the sum of all of them is a flock. Even if we don't see him, a shepherd keeps saying ''walk. Life is my closest friend, it always walks by my side. If it leaves me one day, my bones would rot from sadness. Faith is a field, plowed by those with a goal. Laughter is a reward, what crying eyes see. Death is a darkness, where all the lights go out. The medallion is 2-sided, divided by good and evil. Our knowledge is fog, disappears like the setting sun. The mind retreats, leaves us one day. Love is a prisoner king, it turns out he is tired of captivity. Love is a refugee, it passes away, it doesn't know the value... Chorus: Two eyes have lost their luster, My face is made up of 2 trembling lips embraced. Call for help. Someone will surely save the body. Toothpick arms are crushed from the weight, if they touch I would cry, the pain would wail I am intolerant. An angel would surely ease your pain... (Mausoleum Mirac Verse) Peace should apologize for every day it didn't come to me. Pride should forgive, I couldn't be loyal to it. Maybe this was my only shortcoming, That made my writings listenable. Sometimes it is necessary to taste the poison, know it from your hand. Understanding the problem or not knowing? If there's no use, if you only have one chance, Where's the use of not being able to pull the plug? Even though it's hard, the will is in you. The judge is the lock on each of my cells, on my nerves. With my hatred engraved ... I was able to touch one of the stars tonight, I'm indecisive. Hidden in the darkness of the night, suddenly with its black. Those eyes look blindly and it's obvious that the road is long. It hurts, its skin hurts. Its blood flows, it wipes away the sweat. If this heart were handcuffed with one hand and a petition on both wrists, The face would be pale, the surroundings delirium. If disappointment, separation chases away phobias and if there's no opportunity, go forward. Someone would save the body, of course...