Dezembros (part. Zeca Baleiro)

Never again the morning nature
And the beauty in the city's artifice

In a windowless building
I drew her eyes
Among bullet traces
And the TV light

My eyes hunger for the horizon
Her face is a promiseless mirror

Through Decembers I cross
Oceans and deserts
Seeing death so close
My life in her hands

The train leaves in a starless night
And the day comes, neither me, nor the train, nor her

Never again the nature, never again
And the beauty in the city's artifice

In a windowless building
I drew her eyes
Among bullet traces
And the TV light

My eyes hunger for the horizon
Her face is a promiseless mirror

Through Decembers I cross
Oceans and deserts
Seeing death so close
My life in her hands

The train leaves in a starless night
And the day comes, neither me, nor the train, nor her