Vir a Ser
João Bosco
To Become
Look into the eyes of the song
It doesn't look at yours
It's a sphinx in advance
That even motionless says goodbye
Nor do they have ears, but rather
The big mouth that, however
Confesses nothing to you
But hides nothing from anyone
As well
Look into the eyes of the song
It doesn't look at yours
It's a sphinx in advance
That even motionless says goodbye
But little by little then
It devours the light in all the darkness
What was vain becomes stone
And the emptiness, your verses
Mine
And from it
And from her
Upon becoming
No longer belongs to you
No longer depends on you
It gains life
Runs the world
One day who knows
In some place
You will meet her again
And vaguely think
How beautiful
Who did this
And it doesn't matter that you
One day who knows
In some place
You will meet her again
And vaguely think
How beautiful
Who did this
And it doesn't matter that you
