Sethugal

Sethugal

A moment of weakness
The game is closed
The torture is blind
It’s never ending

Paralyze the senses
And freezes the mind
The body speeds
But the movements are mixed out

When the price is too high
The palm is slippery
The storm is closing down

At dawn brightened the sun light
At nightfall, the moon shinning far

For his triumphant arrival
Ahead y’all hold wherever you can
Shout to the four corners
Do not give up that easy

Think of the moment
Repeating a crime
Is to keep quiet about
What is to be heard

At dawn brightened the sun light
At nightfall, the moon shinning far

Mojubá ,silence, nothingness, sethugal