Celebração do Inútil Desejo

Why do you make me
Walk aimlessly now
If there is no meaning
To our lack of destiny?
Why do you make me
Walk against the flow
And see in me pieces
That I never knew?
What do I need to know
To have you with me again
I, for example, would tattoo on me
All the screens of the world
For a smile from you... sincere
For a smile from you... sincere
Why do you make me
Run so much
If a plucked flower
Doesn't survive more than a few minutes?
Why do you make me
Walk backwards if the world
Stops and loses its charm
When I see you leaving like that
Not even the thirst of your body
Drinking water from another
Nor your colorful desires
Make me give up
And silence my mouth
For a smile from you... sincere
For a smile from you... sincere
For a smile from you... sincere
Celebration of the Useless Desire.