Brilha o Sol

How long to understand or
How many mornings to not decide what has to be
New old intentions, strategic indication to be
Unable to see
They create dreams for you, certain they will dissipate
In the blank of memory
Sweet eyes of money
Gentle, soft voice is political seduction
False is the face on TV disguising a bunch of lies
And he's the owner of an island
He's perfect and he's unreal
Dividing the mines of these kings
Who rot history
Meanwhile
The sun shines and the night darkens
I don't want to live like this anymore
I will live in peace without you near me
I don't want to live like this anymore
I will live in peace without you near me