Sonho de Vidro

The brown color
The brown color

I was born from the dark womb
With a lot of fear of space
And I search for space
Without fear and without getting tired

I'm clever in the night
I'm a suffocation of longing
If my chest is haunted
By the vision of the word

I was born from the dark womb
With a lot of fear of space
And I search for space
Without fear and without getting tired

I'm clever in the night
I'm a suffocation of longing
If my chest is haunted
By the vision of the word

I was born from the dark womb
With a lot of fear of space
And I search for space
Without fear and without getting tired

I'm clever in the night
I'm a suffocation of longing
If my chest is haunted
By the vision of the word

(And my chest is haunted
By the vision of the word)

The brown color