Caminhos

You ask me
Where I want to get
If there are so many paths in life
And little hope in the air
And even the seagull that flies
Already has its path in the air
The path of fire is water
The path of the boat is the port
That of blood is the whip
The path of straight is the crooked
The path of the wizard is the cloud
That of the cloud is the space
That of light is the tunnel
The path of the beast is the noose
The path of the hand is the dagger
That of the saint is the desert
That of the car is the sign
That of the wrong is the right
The path of green is the gray
That of love is the destiny
That of the basket is the hundred
The path of the old is the child
That of water is thirst
The path of cold is winter
That of the fish is the net
That of the vile is hell
The path of risk is success
That of chance is luck
That of pain is the friend
The path of life is death!

And you still ask me
Where do I want to get
If there are so many paths in life
And very little hope in the air!
And even the seagull that flies
Already has its path in the air!
The path of risk is success
Chance is luck
That of pain is the friend
The path of life is death!