Stories of failures fill the pages of history|But we don't wanna take part in this race|The risk is to become a faded memory|If we're not able to get out of the maze||We grew up in the middle of the street|And we can take care of ourselves|We always sleep with one eye open|Ready to jump up on our feet||Through the temple of the faith |To the ashes of our hearts|We don't need a saving grace|Our pride is neverending||Crossing the bridges, our fathers built for us|We hear the echoes of their endless labors|The loss of courage is something we've to stop|A new beginning, is what we are waitin for||We grew up in the middle of the wars|And we can pass through the wall|We always live for doing better|What's been done before||Through the temple of the faith |To the ashes of our hearts|We don't need a saving grace|Our pride is neverending||Seasons come and go|We've survived thousand storms|We don't have no time to waste|Our pride is neverending|