I cut the rope and near the end I roused
I refuse the mediocrity
I want the sun, the moon and the cosmos
Served in a tray made of gold

Master sun speak to me
Am I the only one?
Running in circles
Chasing the rabbit
Towards this hole in the soil

Running in circles
Chasing the rabbit
Towards this hole in the soil

Still so many doubts
I keep searching but I canʼt find myself
Should man live like this?
At least Iʼm free or at least I think I am

Master sun speak to me
Am I the only one?

Running in circles
Chasing the rabbit
Towards this hole in the soil

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