Still astonished by the deceit for vanities
And surprised by the frivolities of assumed fortunes
Fortunes at the price of integrity and the cost of lives
Those who wants it all, may have all but in a twinkle, lose all
For us, we remain forlorn hitherto humble!
With notes of deceit, they bought things and time
Armed with their pernicious game without Your plans
Fervently painting with lacklustre hues, a pseudo picture of an assumed future
Yet with a sordid gloom, they expect a candescent glow
......
Entre mil flores existe um beijo do sol
Esse que esquentou e esquenta a nossa terra
Essa que chorou louvores e através das nuvens,
Suas lagrimas
Aí, la vem ele, o maestro que canta a sinfonia,
Do sol e do mar
......
Entre mil flores existe um beijo do sol
Esse que esquentou e esquenta a nossa terra
Essa que chorou louvores e através das nuvens,
Suas lagrimas
Aí, la vem ele, o maestro que canta a sinfonia,
Do sol e do mar
......
Still astonished by the deceit for vanities
And surprised by the frivolities of assumed fortunes
Fortunes at the price of integrity and the cost of lives
Those who wants it all, may have all but in a twinkle, lose all
For us, we remain forlorn hitherto humble!
With notes of deceit, they bought things and time
Armed with their pernicious game without Your plans
Fervently painting with lacklustre hues, a pseudo picture of an assumed future
Yet with a sordid gloom, they expect a candescent glow
......