Um ponto oito (en inglés)

Um ponto oito
Inside of my car the stability makes
Me to believe That it is all good
Everything in its place soon
I forget Everything has its price
Increase the speed and I cross the city
Without thinking
Without thinking
Without thinking

In plus nobody being in who it does
not like me I forgot myself in a curve
that I made So quick that the love did
not die for a triz did not die for a triz
But in that road In that dawn I find that
I killed somebody and in the same
instant I also died a little I was until
the o youngster Who still lived
and seeing it to die Without knowing
what to make I held its cold hand
Perhaps Vi that he was poor
Young man without instruction
Smelled drips it cockroach an
alliance in the finger was a thief
I kneel it its side said the run over
one to Me: I was with the worse part
Of everything what Civilization is called It returns to this
Pra ring owner of that brothel Was there that
I stole I say pro owner of the bar
That my account I locked up
It silenced suddenly Moaned as a
dog and on hot asphalt Its blood
drained softly All for the soil I looked
at the city I looked at pro my car
I came back to run I thought about running away
Wanted not more life It wanted more life
With plus nobody being with who
does not like me I forgot myself
in a curve that I made So quick that the
love did not die for a triz did not die for
a triz I looked at the city I looked at
pro my car I came back to run I
thought about running away
Wanted more life Did not want more
life Did not want not more life