Anjos Não Falam

Today I woke up with suicidal thoughts
In one hand a pistol
In other photos of my daughters
Society teaches you to have two lives
What you have and what you disguise
Because you don't have what you wanted
Just one more pill
Insomnia won't let me go
I am followed by thousands
But I'm the one who keeps them away
Most see the cars, the gold and the house
My family sees André
Always on the road
How do I explain to little ones
That the father has problems
That's why you don't always welcome them with a smile
My schedule brings me handcuffs
I live stuck to her
And the pressure of having to feel successful
I receive calls from the neighborhood
More money, more help
And I help because part of me still lives there
Or maybe it still does
To feed the farce
Of trying to convince them that I'm still humble
I don't know who hates me
Who loves
Who burns me
Who calls
And I'm living in arson
I hear my old woman's voice
Saying that I'm a grown man
And I don't even feel flesh and blood
But it's her and my daughters that I think about
When something convinces me to approach the precipice
Listen
This depression doesn't overcome me
Because I know that in every tomorrow there is a new beginning

Meet me in the middle of the bridge
Tell me that the fog hides a horizon
That helps me understand
What am I doing here
It's just that angels don't talk
But I hear them calling for me
For me

Meet me in the middle of the bridge
Tell me that the fog hides a horizon
That helps me understand
What am I doing here
It's just that angels don't talk
But I hear them calling for me
For me

I also have days when I get home
I try to let go of the tears and say “I’ve arrived
Few can understand the weight of my face
But they can talk about what I achieved
I hear about depression
I wonder if this is it or not
I live with masks daily
Because a man who is a man cries
And life doesn't cooperate
I show myself alive on the outside while dying on the inside
If we work, it makes money
And my work makes money
Why is there money today and I feel empty?
I always wanted to be the first
And when I saw myself first
My dream collapsed
I think: What do I do now?
I feel my country on my back
Waiting for a failure
Or that I'm perfect
You live the life you wanted
And now you say you don't like it
'Cause I love music, but I hate fame
I made the bed I lie in
I know
If I was wrong
I had trouble seeing my flaws
But I thank you and I don't complain
And the man I became
I became a family man
With bullets in the chest
And I wake up with suicidal thoughts
Ever
Thank God there are those who keep me from the precipice
Listen
This depression doesn't overcome me
Because I know that in every tomorrow
There is a new beginning

Meet me in the middle of the bridge
Tell me that the fog hides a horizon
That helps me understand
What am I doing here
It's just that angels don't talk
But I hear them calling for me
For me

Meet me in the middle of the bridge
Tell me that the fog hides a horizon
That helps me understand
What am I doing here
It's just that angels don't talk
But I hear them calling for me
For me