Lyrics by Projeto Miasma
Serious boy looking for girl
You came one day
I don't know if I saw you
You know, who do you look like?
Surely you don't know that they call you?
To the arts of time, I never prayed
From the streets of fear, I was never banished
You lied again
No more naked parties
In the rays of light
See, I'm going to jump
No voice, I will scream
You, one day wanted
I certainly slept
You know, if you already know me?
For sure you don't know if I lived here
I am a shortcut, on the roads of the wind
I run on the ground, I don't pay the tribute
I, if I wanted, reigned alone
If I could, I would cry again
I don't know if I saw you
You know, who do you look like?
Surely you don't know that they call you?
To the arts of time, I never prayed
From the streets of fear, I was never banished
You lied again
No more naked parties
In the rays of light
See, I'm going to jump
No voice, I will scream
You, one day wanted
I certainly slept
You know, if you already know me?
For sure you don't know if I lived here
I am a shortcut, on the roads of the wind
I run on the ground, I don't pay the tribute
I, if I wanted, reigned alone
If I could, I would cry again
The white leper giant
Raising my voice over the evil blowing
I proclaimed the end of the journey.
There was an odor of true ferocity.
In such times, I wish I were invisible.
Downcast for the world
Am I a man like the rest?
no capacity for fear
Am I an enormous white leper?
no longer young and lovely
Am I a collection of microbial stars?
Never cursed, rather useless, like any work of art.
Weigh your powers well before turning a page.
The coins you want so much have two sides, and good adventure runs out.
Those who lie down carelessly no longer wake up; they drown, no matter how much they dream.
I'll think about it later, when my fever has passed.
For now, it's better to sleep, even if everything is missing for a night.
I proclaimed the end of the journey.
There was an odor of true ferocity.
In such times, I wish I were invisible.
Downcast for the world
Am I a man like the rest?
no capacity for fear
Am I an enormous white leper?
no longer young and lovely
Am I a collection of microbial stars?
Never cursed, rather useless, like any work of art.
Weigh your powers well before turning a page.
The coins you want so much have two sides, and good adventure runs out.
Those who lie down carelessly no longer wake up; they drown, no matter how much they dream.
I'll think about it later, when my fever has passed.
For now, it's better to sleep, even if everything is missing for a night.
