Misericordia

You know I'm not lying
I am the son of the wind
I come from the suburbs
Flower on cement

I always return to the kisses that feed me
I grow old in mirrors, but not in here
Here it still burns me, the light in my eyes
The blood in the veins and the silk flower
That sleeps on your red lips

Yeah

Here we still have love and courage
To endure the drunkenness even on bad days
Baby, I'm still standing, I'm standing strong
I back up my words with actions because they are not enough on their own
And I know I have to stay humble
If there was a God out there I would just want to ask him

Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
For the butterflies in the hurricane

Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
For sinners who seek his peace

I understand what you say
Taking care of your friends, family and roots
Knowing how to distinguish the nuances well to be happy

I know your scars well
Because I know that they are also my scars
And although everything is temporary
I take care of those I love

In this crazy world where little is true
I don't pray anymore, but I believe in what I touch
And sometimes I get high, look at the sky and I just want

Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
For the butterflies in the hurricane

Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
For sinners who seek his peace

Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
For the butterflies in the hurricane

Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy! (Mercy!)
Mercy!