Drão

Drão, our love is like a grain
A seed of illusion
It has to die to sprout
To be planted somewhere
To resurrect in the ground our sowing
Who could make that love die
Our tough walk
A tough journey, through the dark road

Drão, don't think about separation
Don't break your heart
True love is in vain
Understood as infinite, immense monolith
Our architecture
Who could make that love die
Our tough walk, tatami bed
Throughout life

Drão, the boys are all sane
The sins are all mine
God knows my confession
There's nothing to forgive
That's why there must be
More compassion
Who could make that love die
If love is like a grain
Dies, wheat is born
Lives, bread dies
Drão, Drão