Que atitude...
Que estado mais alto de ser
Sentir, viver, morrer, amadurecer...
Que sublime flor da alma
Exprime o que ninguém fala.
Sim...
Toda esta m**** para perceber
O que, enfim nos leva a ver
Que nada tem de mortal
O que faz da vida banal
Matéria de total compreensão.
Que penetra na caótica escuridão
E na penumbra ingenuamente distingue
A emoção que o abismo atinge
Da noção da barata filosofia...
Em campo que Deus desconhecia.
Ou então serei só eu
Que nunca a algo pertenceu...
Define what is to fight
Decide if it’s worthwhile
Decline any worthless concept
Defy ideas you get…
Be proud of what you are
Be close to what you care
About… please don’t talk
About the path you walk.
Imagine a brand new world
Imagine a heart not cold
Feel the truth inside
Feel the love you hide…
Cleanse a life of regrets
Cleanse your sheet of concepts
Use all your inner tools
Use all the conceived fools…
Most of all
Be true to yourself
Make your call
You’re better than the rest
Stay put
What matters will come
Don’t shut
The door to the one…
Just be your son…
Just be your son…
Stuck to a place
Of endless dreams
Of hidden ideals
Of forgotten feelings
Of emerging fears
Of strange beings
Of sweet lies
Of robotic singing
Where no one ever dies…
Dying means resurrection
To a greater plan in life…
Living means no correction
To the children of the dice…
Gambling their emotions
Forgetting who’s beside you.
Get a six… Everything’s cool,
Except when the coming one
Brings all the shit through
A heart made of stone…
Olhei para a frente
E nada eu vi...
Mas tua presença
Eu sei que senti...
Como explicar...
Esta doce intuição?
Talvez só queira andar
Contigo no coração.
Parte comigo
Em busca de mais
Mais amor e carinho
Mais riso que ais...
Não leves nada...
Que te prenda ao mundo,
Deixa inúteis cruzadas,
Que agora temos tudo.
Eu tenho teu sorriso
E tu meu amor...
Nada mais é preciso
Nesta ilha indolor.
Three days in a row
Things work out just fine.
My self-esteem ain’t low…
I’m getting back my pride.
Friday went out as a friend,
Drank some Porto and vodka,
By the time it was weekend
Turned myself into a lover.
Saturday woke up half dead
Still I worked till seven…
Slept a while, had a bath
Sailed then to music heaven…
Sunday was time to rest
Watch… this is not a trick
In my car I did some magic
Then saw a priest half asleep…
“The more I do it
I wanna do it again.”
Sometimes I feel down...
But I still don’t know if it is just me
Or all the motherf*****s around me.
I just don’t know I’m confused
I feel I always say the wrong things…
Maybe that’s the reason
Maybe I don’t belong here…
I think I belong to a world of dreams….
Where everyone loves each other…
Where there is no greed…
Where there is passion…
Where the spiritual needs rule…
