De Passagem
Cicero
Passing Through
In the light wave of the day's breeze
In the long wave of the train
In the light breeze of the day's life
I found my love
It wasn't fire, nor allegory
It wasn't escape, either
It wasn't fear of melancholy
It was a good day
Her way taking my aim
Illumination in the darkness
Her world casting sweetness
In my bitterness
Her calm changing my course
Her curves as well
At the station of chance
I found my love
And everything was fading until it disappeared
And everything was fading until it disappeared
And everything was fading until it disappeared
And everything was fading until it disappeared
And everything was fading until it disappeared
And everything was fading until it disappeared
And everything was fading until it disappeared
