SOUND OFF, PLAYERS

The warriors stop the sound of their machines
When the scope before the movie start besides all
Out of telegraph, out of rádios, out of writter
And, who is who in the jungle of objects
Nowadays, until to came the last spring?

Please, warriors, don’t fight after the lunch, so it’s possible?

The console of your video otic player understand my language
When I talk to you or talk to him that the war doesn’t exist in essence
Or when do you trust that thing about anything, but your lunatic brain is empty!

The metaphisycal of my mind suppose anything of a kind of subject
And I don’t know that’s is correct anyway, in virtue of circunstances...

The vietname is here now, somebody can to be solving this question?

Or a passion tricks forget the situations that we forget to pass in our lives
When the crocodile, for the first time, eaten the tiger!