The window is the portal of life
Drops fall from an old roof
The air is cold and wet
It does not get to see over the mountain
For the sky is gray
The streets are dark
All are hidden in their homes
Listen to the rustle of the trees
Until a window opens
Opened for life and saw
A life pursuing his destiny barefoot in the mud
Exposed to all the truths in this drama
Not knowing whether they will walk
Or if you continue to sit on the sidewalk
The truth is that
All these truths
They make everything else seem a lie
And so are large open wounds
In that life throws mud, trying to hide them
Futile attempt.
Special guest: Andressa Carvalho
Drops fall from an old roof
The air is cold and wet
It does not get to see over the mountain
For the sky is gray
The streets are dark
All are hidden in their homes
Listen to the rustle of the trees
Until a window opens
Opened for life and saw
A life pursuing his destiny barefoot in the mud
Exposed to all the truths in this drama
Not knowing whether they will walk
Or if you continue to sit on the sidewalk
The truth is that
All these truths
They make everything else seem a lie
And so are large open wounds
In that life throws mud, trying to hide them
Futile attempt.
Special guest: Andressa Carvalho
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