No, I don't accept this indiscipline
I think you didn't get me
My boys are what you wove
In resistance to the world God gave [us]
And I don't accept, no
No, I don't accept this indiscipline
I think you didn't get me
My boys are what you wove
In resistance to the world God gave [us]
So stop running on the treadmill and go run on the street
See the beauty of life in the woman's womb
For those who do not live [based] in truth, my dear, [they] fluctuate
In the illusions of a random madman's mind
And I don't accept, no
No, I don't accept this indiscipline
I think you didn't get me
My boys are what you wove
In resistance to the world God gave [us]
And I don't want to live this way, chewing dillusions
This social abyss requires attention
"Focus, strength and faith"* has already said my brother
Spoiled boys cannot rule the nation
And I don't want to live this way, chewing dillusions
This social abyss requires attention
"Focus, strength and faith" has already said my brother
Spoiled boys cannot rule the nation
Spoiled boys cannot rule the nation