Holy Paul - Brother Lyrics

Can you hear me, brother?
I tell this story in some downtown,
If you hear me, brother
It's not as bad as to be low now, no

What thing is over us?
Down order for the moment some
False blind with no head
Have body only its fool parts, so

I'm gone
But want to come back for sure
Who knows?

Hens bringing so proud inside its beaks
Jewels of the stuck-up fools
Blue rivers providing to the feet
Freshness and sometimes the rocks

Moon flashes and crowds around the plains
It takes all sorts
Some practice good games among the thiefs
To make it roll