Boca do Mundo
Mesa
Mouth of the World
If the flame arrives,
And no one reaches the flame
What's the point of burning?
If the boat sets sail without sails,
What good is the tide?
The path is not shown
To those who leave to get lost
No rides are given
To those who need to walk
And it's like when you think you're getting close
And you haven't taken a step
Where I am, nothing else can grow
I'm like this, a burning phoenix
It's just my mistakes, it's all my fault
Today even the air is tired
I need a riddle
To put an end to the proposal
I don't know what got into me, I'm not usually like this
I go down the street that passes, close to the mouth of the world
I feel life passing by
And the rumors that circulate in the mouth of the world
Where I am, nothing else can grow
I'm like this, a burning phoenix
It's just my mistakes, it's all my fault
And it's all I do
And it's all my exhaustion
In the end, in the end...
Where I am, nothing else can grow
I'm like this, a burning phoenix
Where I am, nothing else can grow
I'm like this, a burning phoenix
It's just my mistakes, it's all my fault
It's all I do
And it's all my exhaustion
And it's all I do
And it's all my exhaustion
In the end, in the end...
I feel life passing by
In the mouth of the world, no one knows who is who...
