Ten Ton Hammer
you pretentious fucking losers
you've got nothing at all
you've got your fingers in your asshole
and your hand on the call
and you talk such fucking horseshit
that it's hard to believe
that you almost make careers out of being naive
you, you are a fucker coz you sold my guitar
you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars
you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid shit
I've got a better line in pocket lint
than what you've done with it
so if you are an asshole who pretends to be a friend
then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, e
you've got nothing at all
you've got your fingers in your asshole
and your hand on the call
and you talk such fucking horseshit
that it's hard to believe
that you almost make careers out of being naive
you, you are a fucker coz you sold my guitar
you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars
you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid shit
I've got a better line in pocket lint
than what you've done with it
so if you are an asshole who pretends to be a friend
then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, e
Soldados
Já me acostumei com a tua voz
Com teu rosto e teu olhar
Me partiram em dois
E procuro agora o que é minha metade
Quando não estás aqui
Sinto falta de mim mesmo
E sinto falta do meu corpo junto ao teu
Meu coração é tão tosco e tão pobre
Não sabe ainda os caminhos do mundo
Quando não estás aqui
Tenho medo de mim mesmo
E sinto falta do teu corpo junto ao meu
Vem depressa pra mim
Que eu não sei esperar
Já fizemos promessas demais
E já me acostumei com a tua voz:
Quando estou contigo estou em paz
Quando não estás aqui,
Meu espÃÂrito se perde, voa longe