The passersby stumble
Do not expect I'm sorry
We are all buried in deep sorrows
A long time ago bombs spread horrors
Are they just memories of the elders?
A great cloud of dust has been with us
Alert siren, curfew at dusk!
The Sun is gone
The right time to go home
A siren is the law!
We all locked our doors
Watchful eyes seldom see themselves
I don’t believe it's the cloud's fault
Even under pressure, the truth should come out
Would it be different without the curfew?
The Sun is gone
The right time to go home
A siren is the law!
We all locked our doors
The Sun is gone
The right time to go home
A siren is the law!
We all locked our doors
Our doors!
Our doors!
Our doors!
Composição: Alexandre Henrique Gouveia Garcia / Andrea Ruocco / José Ribeiro Junior / Samuel Pedrosa de Medeiros