Caçador de Mim
Luís Carlos Sá
Hunter of Myself
For so much love, for so much emotion
Life made me like this
Sweet or atrocious, gentle or fierce
I, hunter of myself
Imprisoned by songs
Surrendered to passions
That never had an end
I will find myself
Far from my place
I, hunter of myself
Nothing to fear
Except the running of the fight
Nothing to do
Except forget the fear
Open the chest by force
In a search
Escape the traps of the dark forest
Far one goes dreaming too much
But where does one arrive like this
I will discover what makes me feel
I, hunter of myself.
