Sync Different

A Monkey's Tale
I'm feeling like a monkeyClimbing up the wallsThey call me little cheeky-monkeyDon't stop me I'm a joke
I'm treated like a monkeyAnyway it's farcicalThey call me "silly-billy"Quite proud It's a big role

I like to play the monkeyCatchin' up the ballsThey say I'm just freaky, funnyGlad they have the giggles
I'm dancing like a monkeyWaiting for the fallThey say everything is hunky-doryI'm starting to know the ropes
There's something strangeI'm out of controlI don't feel painThey should have known
Only Jesus knows why
Why the monkey's gone wildIt's a question of timeThe monkey's fit to be tied

They don't know whyWhy the monkey's wildHe kept his prideHe'll never hide

Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueiraNosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira
Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeiraBelo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira
Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheiraVira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira
Funk liberado sem receio sem barreiraPelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira
Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerradoVira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado
Povo destemido de miséria ta cercadoBelo povo colorido da mistura derivado
Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxadoNosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado
Povo emputecido com destino complicadoPelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado

Is the world combine ?

Love, creep and all you stole...
Is the world combine ?
Is the world combine ?

Love, creep and all you stole...

An other summer breath
crise his melancholy deep inside.
But he doesn't understand between his pain and his distress
So he always sit in the same place hoping something gonna change But he always listen a voice wich plays a strange melody

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours, anyone can makes mine *4
A new winter breeze increased his pain deep inside
He want to get closer to the light but the fears is holding him back His refuge is the solitude who takes him away from his soul
But this strange melody gives him a way to become free

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours anyone can makes mine *4

He tries to believe cos he knows it, cos he knows it, cos he knows it *4

When the sun comes down cold wind walking around brings a tune of despair
no more breese of faith
City still sleeping
city still crying
Since many years ago for too many lost

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling World runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely
In the middle of this cold winter child want to find a note of light The night starts between
deep silence and sound of death

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling world runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely
The boy just find
the melodies of hope then glutle light
gentle arms cover him of soothing symphony

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling world runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely

He tries to sing
he tries to scream searchin a way to live