História Estranha

Each story was a sign
That the minstrel invents
And I was like that, kind of abnormal
Thought I was going to be a hero
Smoking Hollywood
Selling health
Sailing crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
And dirty with salt
Each movie was fatal
Flying through the eighties
Towards its end
And thought I was going to be a hero
Smoking Hollywood
Selling health
Sailing crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
And dirty with salt
Each madman is if it weren't also here
Hummingbird rain I am a holy madman, ah!
I love you and jazz
Behind, where behind the sun
Our dream of flying
Was a strange story
That I always wanted to decipher
But today I tell without thinking
That the explanation I know that if it doesn't exist
There is light in this chaos of passions

In the center of an empty plateau
As if it were anywhere
As if life were a danger
As if there were a knife in the air
As if it were urgent and necessary
As it is necessary to vent
Any way of loving varies
And Léo and Bia