Cartas ao Remetente
Rosa de Saron
Letters to the Sender
To those who loved too much
To those who cried too much
How long has it been since they paid attention
To your poor heart
Don't dare to speak
Don't allow yourself to make mistakes
Who invented the pain?
Forget the burn, after all
If God gave you just tomorrow
To feel what you've never felt, would you feel it?
What would be your last prayer?
It hurt, let it heal
It stayed, let it pass
The hard stuff is trivial
But affection is ethereal
If God gave you just tomorrow
To feel what you've 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 to prepare their epilogue
And said, gave faith
If God gave you just tomorrow
To feel what you've never felt, would you feel it?
If it really were the last goodbye
Where would your love be?
And so, live like someone who knows they're going to die
Die like someone who once knew how to live
