Treadmill
I was focused on the wheel
At the wheel of life.
That spinning
Here making victims.
As subtle as a falling leaf,
Mortal, as well as the charm of a woman.
So turns, starts and ends,
Made of alleys and outputs,
Mixes and divided opinions,
Sometimes clear, dark other,
So is the wheel of life.
Pablo Danielli
I was focused on the wheel
At the wheel of life.
That spinning
Here making victims.
As subtle as a falling leaf,
Mortal, as well as the charm of a woman.
So turns, starts and ends,
Made of alleys and outputs,
Mixes and divided opinions,
Sometimes clear, dark other,
So is the wheel of life.
Pablo Danielli
Roda viva
Estive focado na roda
Na roda da vida.
Que girando,
Segue fazendo vitimas.
Tão sutil, quanto cair de uma folha,
Mortal, tanto quanto o encanto de uma mulher.
Assim gira, começa e termina,
Feita de becos e saídas,
Misturas e opiniões divididas,
Por vezes claras, outras escuras,
Assim é a roda da vida.
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