Mar Negro
Das Neves
Black Sea
In the mirror there's another look
The double that tries to teach
To cultivate the pain, to pull from the earth
The root that no longer bears fruit
And the fruits they bore, were dark, tasteless
Bathed in sorrow and resentment, sorrow and resentment
When I saw it born, when I saw it born
I knew I would never see something so beautiful again
One day, it will die, but when it is reborn
Others will feel what I am feeling
What am I feeling?
In your smile, in your smile
I saw being born again
I saw being born again
I saw being born again
