O Filho Pródigo

I'm arriving, the Prodigal Son

Knock, knock, who's there? Who is it?
It's me, the prodigal son, I came back home on foot
I jumped off that bus to be carried by the tide
And I'm only alive now because they were waiting for me on the beach with faith

That I would be good
I ran to victory and everyone liked it
I stopped making up stories and told what happened
And I hope I inspired those who followed me

Made some tracks from the '70s, pulled samples from the drawer
Now I'm Roberto Carlos, almost becoming a legend
And they kiss up to me, say I'm the king of the tent
But I must be blind, because I only see my problems

And they don't understand me even with subtitles
And they crowned who they thought deserved it the most
Hm, hmm
And that guy was me

And I'm flying straight to the Moon
I can feel my body aching from the wrong things I do
I just wanna move, uh-uh
To the sky

I don't think I deserve it, but I just want peace
Little house by the lake where the Sun always shines
Last year I bought a new house for my dad
But this year I'm thinking about what to go after

I just want everything to be really nice
I just want to help those who are real
And they know who they are
I want to thank them for always lifting me off the ground, yeah

In seven days we broke records we set five years ago
Top ten releases of the year
Was there anyone else who did this much? I can't remember
A hundred tracks all in one year

Striving to fly, tired of just gliding
Now I flap my wings and I'm almost reaching
The brightness of this Sun blinds all I love with its light
I want to be the one who guides them

And I'm flying straight to the Moon
I can feel my body aching from the wrong things I do
I just wanna move, uh-uh
To the sky

And I'm flying straight to the Moon
I can feel my body aching from the wrong things I do
But I just wanna move, uh-uh-uh
I just wanna move, uh-uh (please I just wanna move, let me move, let me move)
To the sky