De Você [English translation]

This closed glass

And the grid in the gate

Supposed security

But they aren't protection.

And when the chaos come,

No wall will guard you

Of you, of you, of you.

Imperfect prototype

So full of grudge

It's easy to put a defect

Just give it a power.

And when the chaos come

No wall will guard you

Of you, of you, of you, of you, of you, of you, of you.

They become prisoners

Of the possessions around

Looking between the grids

What life could be.

And when the chaos come

No wall will guard you

Of you, of you, of you, of you, of you, of you, of you...

And it's with the open hand

That it has even more

The usury that moves you

It'll only pull you back

And it's with the open hand

That it has even more

The usury that moves you

It'll only pull you back.