Mundo de Ilusões

In this world of illusions where we spend our days
I can't be who I am
My life gets lost among empty scenes
Of hatred and love
Where people are convinced to buy what they don't need
My God, where am I?
If you happen to pass by my place, please, my love, let me know
I want to hide my world

I can suffer, I can cry, and even fall
But tonight, my love, I'm going to die laughing
I can suffer, I can cry, and even fall
But some days, I find myself like this
Because without love, I see that I am

In a world of illusions
I hide my emotions behind a computer
Locked in the bathroom, with red eyes already
I try to hide my pain
My love, what I wanted was to be in Bahia
With you, there's no end
No light, no energy, no car, no rush
Picking fruits in my backyard

I can suffer, I can cry, and even fall
But tonight, my love, I'm going to die laughing
I want to live, make some music, distract myself
But some days, I find myself like this
Because without love, I see that I am like this

Trying to find direction in this world of illusion
I only hope not to walk close to the crowd
Deaf and mute, without vision, pretending not to pay attention
When they are muzzled by manipulation
And no matter how hard I try, it's always
Different what the soul feels, what the mind understands
We understand little, few people understand
What is relevant lately, so distant
More disbelieving than before, the people become ignorant

At this moment, brilliant people grow up in the slums
In an instant, brilliant ideas die behind screens
In soap operas, in a TV ad
Monitors that ease pain, false comforters
I try to give myself more time, think about the future
Cool my head, take a deep breath, who knows
Beyond the world, I deceive myself, pretend to forget everything
Right now, I just think about making music to live
I close my eyes not to see, allow myself not to notice
Urban coldness, human weakness, the way the week flies by
Time that deceives the city, strangles the system
Which exposes its tyrannical form while

If I could disconnect, I could see us in Bahia, you and me
Blessed by a new day
It almost seems ironic that today it's just nostalgia
Filling a space in my chest in empty gaps

Days of agony, distance torments
The mind creates a thousand philosophies in melancholy, it eases
Even if only for a short time, pain benefits
Today, suffering has turned into poetry

I can suffer, I can cry, and even fall
But tonight, my love, I'm going to die laughing
I want to live, make some music, distract myself
But some days I find myself like this
Because without love, I see that I am like this