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
The one you have and the one you disguise
Because I didn't have what I 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 you still do
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 do you call
And I'm living in arson
I hear my old woman's voice
Saying 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
'Cause I know that in every tomorrow there's a new beginning

Meet me in the middle of the bridge
Tell me the fog hides a horizon
May this help me understand
What do I do 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 the fog hides a horizon
May this help me understand
What do I do 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'm living with masks daily
Because a man who is a man cries
And life doesn't cooperate
I show myself alive on the outside, dying on the inside
If we work for 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 fame I hate
I made the bed I lay in
I know
If I made a mistake
I had trouble seeing my flaws
But I appreciate it and I don't complain
And the man I've become
I became a family man
With bullets in the chest
And I wake up with suicidal thoughts
Always
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 the fog hides a horizon
May this help me understand
What do I do 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 the fog hides a horizon
May this help me understand
What do I do here
It's just that angels don't talk
But I hear them calling for me
For me