Behind the strongs,
I keep the philosophy;
There is not mine;
What is so wrong?
It’s in the shadow of the simple songs.

That makes me alive,
what makes me strong

Maybe the sons of time;
Maybe the sons of time.

In a few days,
Or after our generation;
The equal rights will be played;
Where today is the enemy nation;
Of darkness for some;
To others: the world of perfection

Behind the strongs,
I keep the philosophy;
That is not mine;
It´s lost in the infinity.

Behind the strongs,
I keep the philosophy;
That is not mine;
It´s lost in the infinity.

That makes me alive,
and I feel more strong.
But I can’t understand
What is so wrong?

Maybe the sons of time;
Maybe the sons of time.

Behind the strongs,
I keep a philosophy;
There is not mine;
Only simples songs

In the shadow of the simple songs.
I have lost the obvious thought
I have lost the obvious thought
Why seems so wrong?

Maybe the sons of time;
Maybe the songs of signs;

In a few plays, in something real;
Or after our last station;
The rights, that I’m saying
About the recess, or other man creation

Maybe the sons of time;
Maybe the songs of signs;
Maybe the ruin of mine;

In a few plays, in something real;
Or after our last station; (Maybe the sons of time; )
The rights, that I’m saying
About the recess, or other man creation