Olho de Peixe
Lenine
Fish Eye
Permanently, stuck in the present
The man in the glass dome
Rare moments
Of relief and delight
He discovers the veil
That hides the unknown,
The unknown
And it's like a distant shot
A wide angle
It's as if there was never any doubt,
Any doubt
Evidently the mind is like a chest
And man decides what to keep in it
But reason prevails,
Imposes its limits
And he allows himself to forget to remember,
Forget to remember
It's as if he spent his whole life
Eternalizing the mirage
It's like the black hood
That blinds the wild falcon,
The wild falcon
If in the man's head there is a basement
Where instinct and repression live
(Tell me)
What's in the attic?
What's in the attic?
What's in the attic?
If in the man's head there is a basement
Where instinct and repression live
(Tell me)
What's in the attic?
What's in the attic?
What's in the attic?
What's in the attic?
What's in the attic?
What's in the attic?
