Rodriguez Silvio
Days and Flowers
Days and Flowers
If I get up early
Fresh and cured, clear and happy
And I tell you I'm going to the forest to get relief from you
br/>Know that inside I have a treasure
That reaches my roots
If later I return loaded with many flowers (lots of color)
And I put them in your laughter, in tenderness, in the voice
It is that I have wet my shirt in flower to have its sweat
But if one day I delay
Don't be impatient, I will return later
It will be that the deepest joy
Rage will have followed me that day:
The simple rage of the wild man
The bomb rage, the rage of death
The empire rage murder of children
Rage has rotted in my affection
Rage, mother, for God's sake I am cold
Rage is mine, that is mine, only mine
Rage I drink but I don't get wet
Rage fear of losing when driving
Rage son shoe of dirt
Rage give me or I will make war on you
Rage everything has its moment
Rage the scream is carried away by the wind
Rage the scream is carried away by the wind
Rage gold on conscience
Rage pussy, patience, patience
Rage is my vocation
If there are days that I return tired
Dirty with time, without love
It is that I return from the world, not from the forest, not from the sun
On those days, partner, get a new soul
For my most beautiful flower
By André Velloso / Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
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