Fartura dos Súcias (remix) (English Version) (Live)

The mirage shines bright, a promise of a glass floor
When the shortcut is the only path and effort is forgotten
A lavish feast on a table, no one took the trouble to plant
Water in the jug carried without breaking a sweat

But the sandcastle cannot withstand the wind that keeps on blowing
Those who live a lie forget to be someone
It is the utopia of glitter, the banquet without the sowing
Sailing on a mirror-like sea, the deepest void within the chest

It is the harvest of nothing, the seed that never took root
In this fairy tale, it was the sweat that failed
The easy life is a mirage
The Sun scorches what isn't real

At the end of the journey, sand is the final destination
Sand is your end
The hand that never felt silent, now begs alms of the wind
Lost time cannot be bought back with lament

The gleam of brass cannot quench the thirst of one who seeks gold
Abundance without roots is not wealth, but disgrace
The shortcut steals your strength, the path teaches you how to be
In the utopia of luck, no one learns how to live

It is the utopia of glitter, the banquet without the sowing
Sailing on a mirror-like sea, the deepest void within the chest
It is the harvest of nothing, the seed that never took root
In this fairy tale, it was the sweat that failed

The easy life is a mirage
The Sun scorches what isn't real
At the end of the journey, sand is the final destination
Sand is your end

Thanks, Claudio Fontenelle!
Abundance without effort is nothing but sand
The Sun shows no mercy to those who don't know what it means to sweat
Sand is your end! Sand is your end!