Qual é o Rosto de Deus?

The plot of time, the living flesh and the wound
I don't know if life is fair, but it's there to be lived
Nobody knows the truth, but it will never be too late
As long as a problem is an opportunity

Southwest wind that grays the landscape
Brings the cold front and gives way to the rain
I know well why you came, I knew long ago
Not everything is blue sky, there is also melancholy

Each one is what's left from yesterday, what gathered from everything
Director, protagonist, and screenwriter of your world
Victim or guilty, punishment or reward
May our kingdom be within us, forgive us so much offense

As if you had already lost everything
Even if deep down you never had anything
Stripped of the shield and a ton
A sharp feeling, a healed wound

Everything always right, almost nothing resolved
With rhyme or without rhyme, to find your reason
Fight for a cause, love, raise a child
Understand the ego or seek your own shine

Each one is what's left from yesterday, what gathered from everything
Director, protagonist, and screenwriter of your world
Victim or guilty, punishment or reward
May our kingdom be within us, forgive us so much offense

Oh, Light!
It's a miracle, it's a test, a dream, a cross
Tell me what is the face of God
Maybe it's yours, maybe it's mine
Or nothing, or everything, or light!
It's a miracle, it's a test, a dream, a cross
Tell me what is the face of God
Maybe it's yours, maybe it's mine!

Living with the urgency that there was only one life
And the light patience that life is infinite
Nobody knows the truth, but it will never be too late
As long as a problem is an opportunity

I want poetry that fills my chest
To provoke me, to understand my flaw
A poetry to strengthen the goal
What makes you pedal the bike faster

Each one is what's left from yesterday, what gathered from everything
Director, protagonist, and screenwriter of your world
Victim or guilty, punishment or reward
May our kingdom be within us, forgive us so much offense

Oh, Light!
It's a miracle, it's a test, a dream, a cross
Tell me what is the face of God
Maybe it's yours, maybe it's mine
Oh, Nothing! Oh, Everything! Oh, Light!
It's a miracle, it's a test, a dream, a cross
Tell me what is the face of God
Maybe it's yours, maybe it's mine!