Prudência
Maria Bethânia
Prudence
I catch myself thinking about life
Sighing in silence
Trying to keep control, prudence
That they say leads to a life of peace
But what peace can I find in this tranquility
Without a feeling, adventure, or desire
If I miss the pleasure of feeling
I catch myself avoiding loves
That I desire in secret
I'm afraid of the intensity of pain
Those who have been hurt pay more attention
But far from any danger, I sink into boredom
What a empty life without any mystery
In the harsh apathy of a controller
Prudence, don't come talk to me about prudence
The passions that got me out of control
Are the ones that made me who I am
Prudence, don't come talk to me about prudence
The passions that got me out of control
Are the ones that made me who I am
I catch myself avoiding loves
That I desire in secret
I'm afraid of the intensity of pain
Those who have been hurt pay more attention
But far from any danger, I sink into boredom
What a empty life without any mystery
In the harsh apathy of a controller
Prudence, don't come talk to me about prudence
The passions that got me out of control
Are the ones that made me who I am
Prudence, don't come talk to me about prudence
The passions that got me out of control
Are the ones that made me who I am