A Mão e o Coração
Aerocirco
The Hand and the Heart
If the iron from your hand
Hits the heart
In a blow of illusion, there would be a reversal
Instead of blood, then, betrayal would flow
In the lightness of the sword
Of the iron that creates a mark
From the border to be crossed
From blood comes water
Dense water spilling
Desperate your hand
Would beg for forgiveness
For the bleeding loneliness
That it can cause
In the remorse of this hand
That is emancipated from the body
Confused by cutting
Confused by killing
When killing is dying
Maybe you wouldn't know
That together you would go
With the body you would die
With the heart that one day
Pulsating made you live
If the iron from your hand
Hits the heart
Don't surrender to illusion
When the heart is dead
Respective dead hand
If the iron from your hand
Hits the heart
Don't surrender to illusion
When the heart is dead
Respective dead hand
Desperate your hand
Would beg for forgiveness
For the bleeding loneliness
That it can cause
In the remorse of this hand
That is emancipated from the body
Confused by cutting
Confused by killing
When killing is dying
Maybe you wouldn't know
That together you would go
With the body you would die
With the heart that one day
Pulsating made you live
If the iron from your hand
Hits the heart
Don't surrender to illusion
When the heart is dead
Respective dead hand
If the iron from your hand
Hits the heart
Don't surrender to illusion
When the heart is dead
Respective dead hand
Solo
If the iron from your hand
Hits the heart
Don't surrender to illusion
When the heart is dead
Respective dead hand
If the iron from your hand
Hits the heart
Don't surrender to illusion
When the heart is dead
