Exílio (feat. Fernando Anitelli e João Ventura)

Closed off
I prefer the sweet
To the bitter gall
Of the exile where I am

I will brood
Take it to the sky
Without having told my love

My scent exudes
The wind perceives, spreads
The mystery that I think is only mine

The blindfold hides the secret
But sees the pain

My heart deceives itself
The feeling betrays me
I am transparent

Nothing is veiled
My attitude reveals

Trapped in my conflicts
I rarely disconnect
From a world in confusion

I will stand out
Without wanting to hurt
I prefer loneliness

The guilt hurts
The burden corrodes me
In the mistake I will die
To the earth I will take

Regretting
For not wanting to talk about my follies

Open up
Surrender the weapon
With a clear face
Ready for the truth
Surrender to forgiveness

Grant amnesty to the soul
Bury the lie
I renounce the pain of agony
I want to go back home

Open up
Surrender the weapon
With a clear face
Ready for the truth
Surrender to forgiveness

Grant amnesty to the soul
Bury the lie
I renounce the pain of agony
I want to go back home