Letra da Música The Madman de Gambeta

What time is it, please?
Because, it is time
From you crack your own head
Of you firmly press the detonator
From you poke at with short stick an ounce
Of you go into a brawl
And become indebted for you never come out
You make your follies
And keeps your fingers crossed
But you're the next in line to fall
Too bad for you
You attract and retracts
You dared
The house fell

You gossips
You know keep secret?
On a knife edge
You point your finger
Trust?
His intimate enemy is your best confidant
Distrust?
You gave your tongue against your teeth
Pulled the pin
You fired the trigger
You if broke
You got tangled
It was his destiny
You generated this son
You madly created it

Stirring in a hornet's nest
Or if crawling with vipers
It is much less dangerous and treacherous
Of each thousand words yours
Thousand and one are poisoned
You are a madman
Your lies are well disguised
But you not a bit
You are a madman
Normal not a bit