Deixa-me Rir

Let me laugh
This story is not yours
You talk about the party, the sun, and pleasure
But you never accepted the invitation
You're afraid to give yourself
And what you want to sell is not yours

Let me laugh
You never licked a tear
You're unaware of the nuances of its taste
You never followed its trail
From the lap to the source
Don't come to me talking about love

That's right, that's right
There are those who live their whole life hidden
Sunday knows by heart what it will say
Monday

Let me laugh
You never auscultated that ingenuity
That you speak of with such appreciation
That curious still
Where the tears and laughter are distilled
Night and day

Let me laugh
Or let me enter you
Be your master just for a moment
Illuminate your refuge
Warm those hands
Tear apart your suffocating mask

That's right, that's right
There are those who live their whole life hidden
Sunday knows by heart what it will say
Monday