A Cura (part. Lulu Santos)

There will be
In every port it will wave
The old flag of life
It will light up
Every lighthouse will illuminate
A glimmer of hope

And it will come
It will be when least expected
From where no one imagines
It will demolish
All vain certainty
There will be nothing left
Stone upon stone

Meanwhile
It doesn't cost us to insist
On the question of desire
Not letting it extinguish
Challenging once and for all the notion
In which one believes
That hell is here

There will be
And every race will then experience
For every evil, there is a cure

There will be
In every port it will wave
The old flag of life
It will light up
Every lighthouse will illuminate
A glimmer of hope

And it will come
It will be when least expected
From where no one imagines
It will demolish
All vain certainty
No, there will be nothing left
Stone upon stone

Meanwhile
It doesn't cost us to insist
On the question of desire
Not letting it extinguish
Challenging once and for all the notion
In which one believes
That hell is here

There will be
And every race will then experience
For every evil, there is a cure, there is a cure

Meanwhile
It doesn't cost us to insist
On the question of desire
Not letting it extinguish
Challenging once and for all the notion
In which one believes
That hell is here

There will be
And every race will then experience
For every evil, there is a cure