i'm ready

you say we're the chosen ones, and claim it's our only chance, you take with you my son, but you, where have you gone?, the flag you shipped him home in, is fading, now say something i don't know, and spare me the honor play, said and done, short of some, somebody else's son, fills in, i'm ready, i'm ready for the end, you know why, i'm ready, well it never goes away, it turns out, the mill counts a minute pass, the sill where the widows wait, it's where it all begun, his fort command his gun, oh god what have i done, for him?, i'm ready, i'm ready for the end, you know why, i'm ready, well it never goes away, it turns out, i'm ready, i'm ready for the end, you know why, i'm ready, well it never goes away, it turns out, quem na rua se perde, encontra o que pede, acerta o que mede, e conta ate errar, que o erro e onde a sorte esta, nao queira ver, quem na rua se perde, encontra o que pede, acerta o que mede, e conta ate errar, que o erro e onde a sorte esta, nao queira ver