O Que na Verdade Somos
Fruto Sagrado
What We Actually Are
There are no more secrets to hide
Why complicate the truth?
What's the point of pointing the way
And going in another direction?
When the world tries to see us,
Does it really see what we are?
To speak of love
I have to learn to share the bread
Cry with those who cry
Rejoice with those who sing
Otherwise, no one will hear me...
If the truth is so simple, where did we go wrong?
Or what did we fail to do?
If there are no more secrets,
Why do we complicate things?
Few understand the truth!
To make a difference, it's not enough to be different
How do I change the story?
With words or with action?
To speak of love,
I have to learn to share the bread
Cry with those who cry
Rejoice with those who sing
No one will hear me without love...
What are we really?
What do you see when you see me?
If the world is still bad,
The culprit is in front of the mirror!
What are we really?
What do you see when you see me?
What's the use of a light that doesn't turn on?
It doesn't illuminate the darkness
