Música Inédita
Pouca Vogal
Unreleased Music
I don't do anything,
That someone hasn't done before,
I don't say anything,
That someone hasn't said then,
I don't think anything,
Our future is unpredictable,
Someone hold my hand,
On this sidewalk,
I see the years coming,
And each footprint,
Shows me a way to find,
all this nothing,
Afraid of getting hurt.
Why all this then?
If there's nothing,
Why does everyone fear losing,
All this nothing,
Being the will to live,
In the same house, at the table that shares the bread,
So why all this then.
Who are you?
Who hides behind any name,
Doesn't show up to me,
Reaches out,
Bringing the rain,
Playing the sound of thunder,
Will we ever know?
