Quem Me Leva Os Meus Fantasmas
Maria Bethânia
Who Takes Away My Ghosts
What's the use of having the map
If the end is already set
What's the use of land in sight
If the boat is still
What's the use of having the key
If the door is open
What are words for
If the house is empty?
That was the time
When hands would clench
And on bright nights, words would fly
I saw the sky being born from my fingers
The Big Dipper was glowing irons
Sailors lost in distant ports
In hidden bars
In giant dreams
The empty city the color of asphalt
Someone asked me to sing louder
Who takes away my ghosts?
Who saves me from this sword?
Who tells me where the road is?
That was the time
When shadows would open
When men would deny what others built
I drank life in small sips
Stumbled over laughter, hugged too little
With backs turned, the future isn't seen
Nor the direction of the bullet
Nor the flaw in the wall
And someone shouted at me with a prophet's voice
That the path is made between the target and the arrow
Who takes away my ghosts?
Who saves me from this sword?
Who tells me where the road is?
Who takes away my ghosts?
Who takes away my ghosts?
Who saves me from this sword and tells me where the road is?
Who takes away my ghosts?
Who saves me from this sword?
Who tells me where the road is?
Who takes away my ghosts?
Who takes away my ghosts?
Who takes me away?
