Break the dream
and find yourself,
with one of those toothy smiles
for those who don't understand me,
with a handful of stones
Thrown without thinking.
Finding yourself converted
into bagasse for moments,
into a burning spark,
faded flower, artificial smells.
You are suggested to think today, now.
You are suggested to think, you have not been able to find yourself,
it is the truth.
You know that you keep
one hand in your pocket.
The other, stained with shame
light of shame
that reveals me and there is no defense.
Today my song confronts me
and I disarm before it. Today!..
I lift the skin: everyday filth is what I find
I lift the skin: filth wrapped in flesh and bone
I lift the skin: filth that delays my attempt.
I lift the skin: filth that delays my attempt.
I lift the skin: filth that delays my attempt. br/>I lift my skin: everyday filth is what I find
I want to get away from bathology
I want to take risks, sing to life.
My song does not try to distinguish me,
it only I want to understand myself.
I would like to sing about love,
passion, joy, dancing and laughter,
but I find myself from where,
I don't find from where.
>My words become short
before the spectrum that the soul shapes here in my mind.
my words are very short
before the spectrum that the soul shapes here in my mind.
br/>My words are very short
in the face of the energies that body and soul feel.
My words are so short
in the face of the spectrum that the soul shapes here in my mind.
My words are already short...