Tarde Batida
Pedro Araujo
Late Beat
It's not easy to fix the words and then
In my time I went to seek
A cultivation without reasons
On an afternoon with no way out
Forgotten and not knowing
When the shock started
It's hard to write
In a legend it must be
In the open I will do
A story to tell
A band to say
A romance to cry
On a path to understand
The answers will be there
The answers will say
