Escrevi Pensando Em Você

Your smile makes me live, makes me think
Believing that believing in God is the best thing
It doesn't matter where I wander
Or through the doors I have to open, whatever the route
However, following another heart to you
That always gives me strength, never ceases to exist
It's that during times walking against winds
With sword in hand feeling like my own squire
Thirsty for justice, thirsty for vengeance
That in my mind, daily kept hope
Of better days with fewer deaths
Of fewer families and children in crime carrying a revolver
It's fire, it's ember, and the kids from the slums
Are vain, they want to have everything in the blink of an eye
Love, I know you advise me for my own good
Who just wants to see me well
Who doesn't want to see me bad either
It's that lately in the weight of the shirts
More and more as the clock ticks, responsibility that implies
My dear, I'm here to tell you
Never erase the dream inside you

Love, I miss you so much
And today I stopped to write
And the desire to say love

Love, I miss you so much
And today I stopped to write
I felt like saying love

I may seem weak, may seem cheesy
But at the tip of the pen
When I wrote this
There was ink of love, there was warmth
There was much more than rhyme by the master
There was fear
I stopped, thought and remembered the prison
Man, where cruelty resides
So much hatred, and at the same time laboratory
Numerous experiments resulting in death
I was a prophet, poet, outlaw
Romantic admirer of the supernatural
Life lover, servant of writing
Where several times it contained infanticidal stanzas
Children, man and child why do you cry?
For pedophiles it had to be euthanasia in the aorta vein
Love, I know you advise me for my own good
Who just wants to see me well
Who doesn't want to see me bad either
The song is not lost
Have faith in God, have faith in life
Continue, stand up, head held high
Be strong and noble, because the sea once opened

Love, I miss you so much
And today I stopped to write
I felt like saying love

My love, I miss you so much
And today I stopped to write
I felt like saying love

Love, love, love, love

Yesterday I enjoyed a classic from Cypress Hill
Today I felt like listening to Gilberto Gil
To walk barefoot and take a rain shower
Remember that perfumed skin all naked
Something happens in my heart
When I cross São João Avenue
It tears a prostitute and crack addicts
The mouth of the trash unfortunately stands out
International, always a newspaper page
Contrasting reality of the postcard of the capital
Save black drums never end
From Obama's Africa the rites that still portray lucidity
I'm here to tell you
That your success depends only on you
And even in anguish never forget
Faith in God, feet on the ground, lift your head
Although it gets dark, tomorrow will come the day
Be ready to celebrate life
Love, I'm here to tell you
That today I wrote thinking of you