A Rota do Indíviduo

Just a light that invades
The gray afternoon
And some leaves
Lie on the road
The cold is the coat
That warms
The frozen heart
When it's windy
Moving
The abandoned water

Remnants of dreams
On a new day
Loves in the wagons
Wagons on the tracks
It seems that who leaves
Is the railway
That even not seeing you
Watches over you

Like a mother, like a mother
Who sleeps
Watching her children
With eyes on the road
And in the lonely mystery
Of the fuzz
Life is seen running
Still

As if there
Was no arrival
In the distant afternoon
Rust or nothing