Cartas ao Remetente
Rosa de Saron
Letters to the Sender
Some loved too much
Some cried too much
How long they don't pay attention to your poor heart
Don't dare to speak, don't allow yourself to make mistakes
Who invented the pain?
Forget the burning, after all
If God gave you only tomorrow
To feel what you never felt, would you feel it?
What would be your last prayer
It hurt, let it heal
It stayed, let it go
The hard is trivial
But affection is ethereal
If God gave you only tomorrow
To feel what you never felt, would you feel it?
What would be your last prayer
More than a reason to live
A true cause to die for
Be the prologue of those who lived preparing their epilogue
And said, believed
If God gave you only tomorrow
To feel what you never felt, would you feel it?
If it really was the last goodbye
Where will your love be?
And so, live like someone who knew they were going to die
Die like someone who once knew how to live
