Não é sobre ter todas as pessoas do mundo pra si É sobre saber que em algum lugar alguém zela por ti É sobre cantar e poder escutar mais do que a própria voz É sobre dançar na chuva de vida que cai sobre nós É saber se sentir infinito Num universo tão vasto e bonito É saber sonhar E, então, fazer valer a pena cada verso Daquele poema sobre acreditar Não é sobre chegar no topo do mundo E saber que venceu É sobre escalar e sentir que o caminho te fortaleceu É sobre ser abrigo E também ter morada em outros corações E assim ter amigos contigo Em todas as situações A gente não pode ter tudo Qual seria a graça do mundo se fosse assim? Por isso, eu prefiro sorrisos E os presentes que a vida trouxe pra perto de mim Não é sobre tudo que o seu dinheiro é capaz de comprar E sim sobre cada momento sorriso a se compartilhar Também não é sobre correr contra o tempo Pra ter sempre mais Porque quando menos se espera a vida já ficou pra trás Segura teu filho no colo Sorria e abrace os teus pais enquanto estão aqui Que a vida é trem-bala, parceiro E a gente é só passageiro prestes a partir Laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá Laiá Laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá Segura teu filho no colo Sorria e abrace os teus pais enquanto estão aqui Que a vida é trem-bala parceiro E a gente é só passageiro prestes a partir

Making sense of all the hidden facts Hit and run, that's the way it's made Sick and tired of all Neanderthals? Getting nowhere Getting nowhere Pretend to give a fuck? How can you pretend to give a fuck? When nothing seems to matter at all ... ... ... We fly on (?) empty shell We fly on (?) empty shell Find another way Show me Show me Find another way Show me Show me So far away So far away When I think it's there It...? So far away When I think it's there It's...? Blood, carry me away, show me my partner? x 5 Show me

People did not like that man Max Ernst. (The Blessed Virgin Chastises the Infant Jesus) He was so irrational Max Ernst. (Garden Airplane-Trap, Garden Airplane-Trap) The pleasures of the sight The pleasures of the flesh The vanities of life He loved them all. In the pretty house they go away. (In the pretty house, In the pretty house) In that pretty house they do not stay. (Not in the pretty house, Not in the pretty house) In the burning sea In the laughing lights In the luminous sea In the brash gold night In the turtle's head I blacked out fast. In the city's halls always it laughed. HA HA HA HA HA HA Dada Dada Dada...

It's not just a blink Or the following of an arm And it isn't just a flicker No it isn't just a flicker Oh, there's a look in your eyes That you can't explain Oh, there's a look in your eyes And when it slips through the rain Oh, there's a criss-crossed thinking (No it's not just a blink) There's a deeper tear (No it's not just a blink) From the house you live in (No it's not just a blink) There's a (?) you can't ignore (No it isn't just a flicker) There's a look in your eyes and it's two-thirds real It's the pulling of the undertow When you can't control the wheel It's not just a blink Or the following of an arm No it isn't just a flicker No it isn't just a flicker There's a look in your eyes That you can't explain There's a look in your eyes And it slips through the rain Underneath the gaze Underneath the gaze Underneath the guise Underneath the guise Underneath the gaze Underneath the guise Underneath it goes away

First she says Why mince modes? If you feel like a patient why not dress like one? Then she says Why can't I sleep? Between icy wet white sheets for three days And sink down deeper than dreams Oh, I'd love that I'd be a mineral deposit A ball of mica inside a rock I'd be a mineral deposit A ball of mica inside a rock Then there'd be no whistles, no radios No screams Then there'd be no whistles, no radios No screams First she says Why mince modes? If you feel like a patient why not dress like one? Then she says Why can't I sleep? Between icy wet white sheets for three days And sink down deeper than dreams What could I say to that? What could I say to that? What could I say to that? What could I say to that? What could I say to that? What could I say to that?

I have slipped into I have slipped into Saw those creatures in the back of my heart Opened the door and attacked them at the start Pushed my blood into a deeper trance It consumes my thought, it alters my stance I have slipped into a mighty stream Open my fins, open my scream I saw you sleeping with your coat on a hill While my face lay at the windowsill I walked down the street on the sidewalks so cold I walked down the street into the coat that folds You turned around, screamed at the scene Grabbed my hand and leapt out of the screen I won't be there when the monster flips I'll have it buried with an axe and a pick I have seen you in your jacket Now I am an outlaw Outlaw

Fame and fortune, facts of life Most of what makes it is useless tripe So change the angle of the battle plan To hit the target Fame and fortune, fancy that Nothing but rabbits come out of the hat So try to catch a falling star, Crush it into dust and stuff it down a jar And throw it far away Now the point is back to front See-through people See-through monuments No empire The beginning, at the ending (One goes up, one goes down) Smash a face against the wall Grind a face into the ground - Oh No Pretty faces on the wall - They Fall Heat to boiling, disappear in the sky Slash the ashes, and bake into a pie Pretty faces on the ground - Oh No, No, No Fame and fortune is a stupid game and Fame and fortune is the game I play I play forever