A Last Requiem

Pássaros mortos cantam em sinfonias
em algazarra fria e muda, o Sol raiar
O velho louco ri e se inicia
Poetas cegos cantam em versos livres
toda essa agonia que a noite me dá
O velho louco ri e pressagia

O olho vazado da melancolia
fita o ponto cego que não há
O corpo morto sobre a cama fria
Ouvidos moucos ouvem a melodia
dissonante da agonia que me dá
O homem morto ri na cama fria

Pássaros cegos voam em harmonia
rumo ao fim de tudo que advirá
O coração morto bate em sintonia
Poetas loucos cantam em versos certos
todo esse deserto que me tomará
Sombras no céu ao Sol do meio-dia

A morte espreita nas sombras do Sol do meio-dia
O medo da morte é que move a vida que há
O amor é o medo da morte do amor em agonia
pra ressucitar…

O amor é o medo da morte do amor em agonia
O medo da morte é que move a vida que há
A morte é que move o desejo, o amor, a poesia
pra recomeçar…

Mama they try and break me

The window burns to light the way back home
A light that warms no matter where they’ve gone

They’re off to find the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone’s wicked way

Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
And someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Do you feel your name?
Can’t you hear your babies crying?

Mama they try and break me
Still they try and break me

S’cuse me while I tend to how to feel
These things return to me that still seem real

Now deservingly this easy chair
But the rocking stopped by wheels of despair

Don’t want your aid
But the fist I’ve made
For years, can’t hold or feel
No I’m not all me
So please excuse me
While I tend to how I feel

But now the dreams and waking screams
That everlast the night
So build a wall
Behind it crawl
And hide until it’s light
So can you hear your babies crying now?

Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
And someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Can’t you hear your names?
Did you hear your babies crying?

But now the dreams and waking screams
That everlast the night
So build a wall
Behind it crawl
And hide until it’s light
So can’t you hear your babies crying now?

Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try
Mama they try
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try
Mama they try

Far, far away, where the birch wouldn’t grow
Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face
There you won’t be alone

So far away, my mind flies to the moon
Far, far away, I can see what happens soon
And what’s most important

I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills
I would rather run with wolves, between the trees
I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets

I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills
I would rather run with wolves, between the trees
I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets