Lighthouse

To be a lighthouse I thought
And so my eyes I did rest.
It was the rain that fought
which got me thinking really fast.

It was the wind that blew.
There they were: White seabirds that flew around.
And I let myself feel the taste
Of the magic that I had found

Sonhei que era um farol
Fechei meus olhos
Era a chuva que vinha
E assim me fazia pensar rapido.

Era o vento que ali soprava
E estavam ali tambem as gaivotas que voavam
Me deixava provar
da magia que outrora tinha encontrado.