In 1852, he died
In a distant land
Oh how he hated São Paulo
There was nothing there for him
He wrote about it's streets and their misteries
Of it's unstopping rains and the damned cold weather
Not even Byron could make him flee the rain and the cold
It was always there, surrounding him
In 1852, he died
And this, is his legacy
He's not here
Nor everywhere I look
He's not here
Could I be so confused?
I understand
That all the flowers withered
I understand
That he lies deeper
Where the lights fade
Where the dark breaks
In the tavern, around the mud
Where my heart aches
Where the dream fades
Is my long lost love
He's not here
So I welcome the dark
And I can see
Where the shadows survive
I understand
That all his pain was hidden
This is the end
So I chose to go deeper
Where the lights fade
Where the dark breaks
In the tavern, around the mud
Where my heart aches
Where the dream fades
Is my long lost love
Se eu morresse amanhã, viria ao menos
Fechar meus olhos minha triste irmã
Minha mãe de saudades morreria
Se eu morresse amanhã!
Quanta glória pressinto em meu futuro!
Que aurora de porvir e que amanhã!
Eu perdera chorando essas coroas
Se eu morresse amanhã!
Mas essa dor da vida que devora
A ânsia de glória, o doloroso afã
A dor no peito emudecera ao menos
Se eu morresse amanhã!
In this cursed town
We will go down
And choose not to fear
Reality is a mere deciet
Feel what lies beneath
The end!
