Drão

Drão
Our love is like a grain
A seed of illusion
It has to die to sprout
Plant somewhere, resurrect in the ground
Our sowing

Who could make that love die?
Our journey
Hard journey
On the dark road

Drão
Don't think about separation
Don't break your heart
True love is in vain
It extends infinitely, immense monolith
Our architecture

Who could make that love die?
Our journey
Tatami bed
Throughout life

Drão
The boys are all sane
The sins are all mine
God knows my confession
There's nothing to forgive
That's why there must be more compassion

Who could make that love die?
If love is like a grain
Dies, wheat is born
Lives, bread dies

Oh, oh
Drão
Drão
Drão