Respirar
Marcos Almeida
Breathe
The size of the world
Has the weight of love
The beauty of the fruit
The sweetness of the flower
It's in the eyes
Finds the mouth
Of those who seek
To know how to love
Such deep suffering
Hurts those who cared
About those scoundrels
I ask, are they your children, Lord
If I close my eyes
Cover my mouth
I don't have the height
To breathe
To breathe
That's why, commitment
That I make with life
To be able to see and say
Closer to your ear
It's so rare, to be so fragile
For both sides
That this table, which is history
Where we tried to create
A much calmer place
To be able to breathe
And let it, breathe
Breathe
And let it breathe
Breathe
And let it breathe
Breathe
Let it, let it
Breathe