Eu Não Tenho um Barco, Disse a Árvore
Cicero
I Don't Have a Boat, Said the Tree
Leave it for later
What no longer needs to wait
And everything that couldn't be fixed
Because of what comes after
There's no way around it
We always expect things to get worse
We always neglect
What we already have in hand
But it's unintentional
Unintentional
So, there it is
Our chorus, there it is
Leave it for later
What no longer needs to be left
Moving the same things around
The right thing to do
And saying you just wanted to rest
From who we ourselves chose to be
Unintentionally
It's always unintentional
So, there it is
Our chorus, there it is
Without grace, without grace, without grace, without grace
So, there it is
Well then, there it is
