Escura a noite!

O mundo está escuro
Cobre o espaço
Almas escuras
Dentro deste pedaço

Andamos à deriva
Sem poder olhar
Chocamos na rua
Queremos sonhar

Mas o sonho é breve
Choca ali
A parede é tua
Não m’encontro a mim

Abriste a porta
Deixaste-me entrar
Arrombei a sorte
Estou a chorar

Perdidas em mim
Lágrimas caem
Não se soltam
Não seguem viagem

Sonho acordado
Com o que não tenho
Persigo o fado
Que ainda mantenho

Quero crescer
Ser o que não sou
Encontrar-me belo
Encontrar onde estou

A bruma adensa
O nevoeiro brilha
Na noite escura
Finalmente se avizinha

Mas o sonho é breve
Choca ali
A parede é tua
Não m’encontro a mim

Preciso continuar a procurar… (termina)

Imprison

Imprison in my (own) prison
I look at the sky
And all I can see
Is the clouded eyes

The stars are no more
The light of time
Things were lost
Never get behind

Even if you turn
Back to the place
Nothing is the same
You left once in time

Imprison in my (own) prison
I look at the sky
And all I can see
Is the clouded eyes

Friends are forever
Stories lived not to be told
Secrets of the gathering
Is not to be unfold

Now everything is lost
Even if we can find
The gates to the track
Trails of the mind

Imprison in my (own) prison
I look at the sky
And all I can see
Is the clouded eyes

Goodbye

There comes a time
When all say goodbye
There comes a time
When lovers can’t disguise

Love is a battle field
No one will ever win
And all they ever get
Is pain… is pain… all is paiiiiiiinnnnnn!

The moments where so beautiful
Yet they were so doubtful
Now we look back
And find it was a lost time

Hands on hand
Lips in lips
Bonded together
Unable to fulfil
The dream could come true
But real comes in
Gods make it through
Nothing to believe in

Love is a battle field
No one will ever win
And all they ever get
Is pain… is pain… all is paiiiiiiinnnnnn!

Now everything is quiet
Soul is tamed
Body is appeased
Eyes don’t shut
‘cause they froze the image
Of the love lost

Thoughts of love
Thoughts of family
Thoughts of an unborn child
Thoughts of a light

Love is a battle field
No one will ever win
And all they ever get
Is pain… is pain… all is paiiiiiiinnnnnn!

Uhuuuuuuun…. Uhuuuuuuuun… uhuuuuuuuuuuun … uhuuuuu aaaaaaaaahaaaaaaa
uhuuuuu aaaaaaaaahaaaaaaa… (3 times)

Ser Poeta (To be a poet)

P - Possibilidade (de)
O - Omissão (da)
E - Existência
T - Transcendental (do)
A - Amor

Who's to blame

Who’s to blame when no one feels the shame?
What’s the game when no one feels the pain?
Where does everybody go when no one knows?
Where to hide the face when you fall in disgrace?

Matrices rough and hard
Lie on the floor
As you soar at contact
By the open door
Pushed forward by the hand
Of the undecided.

Who’s to blame when no one feels the shame?
What’s the game when no one feels the pain?
Where does everybody go when no one knows?
Where to hide the face when you fall in disgrace?

Clouds makes you fly soft
Winding your hair to the stars
A sudden turn in the sun
And you burn your eyes
And loose sight of it all
Wondering about all lies.

Who’s to blame when no one feels the shame?
What’s the game when no one feels the pain?
Where does everybody go when no one knows?
Where to hide the face when you fall in disgrace?

Your landing is hard
You still not in yourself
All your feathers ripped apart
Rotten clothes for warmth
Of body and soul.

Who’s to blame when no one feels the shame?
What’s the game when no one feels the pain?
Where does everybody go when no one knows?
Where to hide the face when you fall in disgrace?

As the dream come to an end
And the nightmare begins
You awake in a sudden move
And realise you were never alive!...