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Há algo no ritmo

No mistério das noites e da distância roncam os tambores, ora próximos, ora quase intermináveis.

tem algo

Tem algo sobre ser um pequeno gigante.

caminho só

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
People writing songs that voices never share,
And no one dared.
Disturb the sound of silence.

Silence like a cancer grows.