O Homem do Leme
Xutos & Pontapés
The Man at the Helm
Alone in the night
A boat heads, where is it going?
A light in the dark
Shine straight, outshine the others
And more than a wave, more than a tide
They tried to arrest him and impose a faith on him
But, sailing at ease, breaking the longing
He who fears nothing goes, the man at the helm goes
And a desire to laugh, arises from the depths of one's being
And a desire to go, travel the world and leave
Life is always about losing
At the bottom of the sea
The others lie, those who stayed there
On gray days
Eternal rest they found there
And more than a wave, more than a tide
They tried to arrest him, to impose a faith on him
But, sailing at will, breaking the longing
He who fears nothing goes, the man at the helm goes
And a desire to laugh, arises from the depths of one's being
And a desire to go, travel the world and leave
Life is always about losing
In the background horizon
Blow the murmur where it goes
In the depths of time
The future runs away, it's too late
And a desire to laugh is born deep within the being
And a desire to go, travel the world and leave
Life is always about losing
And a desire to laugh is born deep within the being