Antes Que Seja Tarde
Pato Fu
Before It's Too Late
Look, I'm not from here
Tell me where I am
There's no time, there's nothing
That makes me who I am
But without stopping to think
I follow roads, follow clues to find myself
I never know what's going on
With the quirks of the place
Because I always leave before I start to like
Being the same as anyone
Feeling like just another piece in the end
Making a silly, decimal mistake
In reality, I continue under the same condition
Distracting the truth, deceiving the heart
On my trails, you lose your way
There are no signs or people informing where they're going
I think again, I'm without my friends
And I return to the open door of dangers
In reality, I continue under the same condition
Distracting the truth, deceiving the heart
In reality, I continue under the same condition
