The sirens, they hover,
Those pitchforks, the sobber,
The wail on the mountains,
The screams on the plains,
Jump to the moon,
Let our shadows be seen,
In the plaza in noon,
They’ll see us in keen.
Let the music be played,
Run to the gates,
Escape through the cells,
Keeping insane.
Jump through the fences,
We run with the trains,
The foxes, the wolves,
The cattles, they slay.
And when we reach the sunset,
The wind will be there,
While holding the palette,
Our drawings we create.
The pages has ended
The stories, our Adventures
Keep in the shelves,
with your pictures beside me.
Our jar of memories,
The smoky ashes,
Your soul be with me,
For us all again.
It’s time to let go,
Untie all the ropes,
Turn off the lights,
We ended the show.