Movimento Dos Barcos
Jards Macalé
Movement of the Boats
I'm tired
Of you too
I'll leave without opening the door
And never come back
Sorry for the peace I stole from you
And the expected future I didn't give
It's impossible to sail a boat without storms
And endure life as a moment beyond the dock
That passes by
Our bodies
I don't want to keep saying goodbye
To things passing by, what I want
Is to go along with them, what I want
And leave nothing but the ashes of a cigarette
And the mark of a hug on your body
No, it's not me who will stay at the port crying, no
Regretting the eternal movement
Movement of the boats, movement
