Nada Tudo
Marisa Monte
Nothing Everything
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Everything, everything, everything
Nothing and everything, I don’t know anymore
What isn’t whole
Our world goes - with soul
With our feet on the ground
And in the dark, you can see
You can already see
It’s the time of plenty, of so much
That I see - our resemblance
And every touch - is already something new
Together a step from the far
Our difference makes us
Equal to the taste
Of this salt, sweet salt
That seasons our city
Our light, salt from the sky
Looks at us and aims, shoots
Fires and spreads in sound
