Templo do Tempo

I am the temple of time
Time happens in me
On my face, on my skin
In my way of dressing

I am a river of hours
And a sea of seconds
I am empty now
Tomorrow I am profound

I review the past
I long for the future
I look for a clock
So as not to be a bum

I am the temple of time
Time happens in me
On my face, on my skin
In my way of dressing

I don't see the wind
I only feel it exist
The coming and going of the air
Is like the time I lived

I've had several ages
And I will have others
Will I ever know one day
What I will be when I grow up?

I am the temple of time
Time happens in me
On my face, on my skin
In my way of dressing