Barcos

Ships

I get the feeling
that every time we meet
we're like two ships
crossing in the sea
one's coming and the other's going
or the other way around
So let's escape then
and live without schedules
without reading the news
I used to say, a while back
it comes back to me
an image sometimes
I wake up
it seems like it's something important...
it seems like it's something:
(I dream we're a slave ship)
I see a ship
inside
people packed tight
people filled with fear...
on a slave ship
on a slave ship
Two ships crossing
in the sea and at the final port...
and at the final port.
We're like a family
we don't eat on Sundays or any day
Sometimes that doesn't count
we're like first cousins
We see each other, we belong
to each other
we're strangers but brothers
(but brothers)
Ours, the friendship of the ships
gets tested or rusts with the years
kind of like strange ships:
Two days in the harbor
and the sea inside (open)
In our desert, our board
is the whole sea
But it comes from far away
as we grow old
Two ships crossing
in the sea and at the final port
(and at the final port)
Two ships coming together
in the sea or at the final port,
or at the final port.