Iconoclastas do Oriente - Break it All

Luck, all my luck
Was a bomb with you
Always I circulated too much
Sorry, I got
Grief and lost you
I'm down and sick now
Always I remember
I cry

How I don't believe in me?
How I don't believe in us?

Come on, break it all!

Night, better night
I go make sixty-nine
Lamentable, on the table
That's was your
My erection, redirection in my mind
Your kind
In the action was born butterflies

How I don't believe in me?
How I don't believe in us?

Come on, break it all!