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Lyrics & music: Igor Leiva. The last days of summer Through storms and distress Blind of the frailty Drifted out of place The logic of carbon The fate of living things close A grip to reality I never asked for Then this old superhero Became a little wounded bird The path we all follow Crumbling down before my eyes So calm yet so bitter Attachment with nature Fading light sparkles Still unexplained Flesh shelters life Flesh shelters sickness The answers lost into cold White labyrinth talk Life is a runaway From shelters and from prisons. Encounters and loss draw This complex map of time. From Letras Mania