Aos Nossos Filhos
Perdoem a cara amarrada
Perdoem a falta de abraço
Perdoem a falta de espaço
Os dias eram assim
Perdoem por tantos perigos
Perdoem a falta de abrigo
Perdoem a falta de amigos
Os dias eram assim
Perdoem a falta de folhas
Perdoem a falta de ar
Perdoem a falta de escolha
Os dias eram assim
E quando passarem a limpo
E quando cortarem os laços
E quando soltarem os cintos
Façam a festa por mim
E quando largarem a mágoa
E quando lavarem a alma
E quando lavarem a água
Lavem os olhos por mim
Quando brotarem as flores
Quando crescerem as matas
Quando colherem os frutos
Digam o gosto pra mim
Digam o gosto pra mim
To Our Children
Forgive the frowning face
Forgive the lack of hug
Forgive the lack of space
The days were like this
Forgive for so many threats
Forgive the lack of shelter
Forgive the lack of friends
The days were like this
Forgive the lack of tree leaves
Forgive the lack of air
Forgive the lack of choice
The days were like this
And when cleaning it up
And when cutting the ties
And when unbuckling your seatbelts
Throw the party for me
And when letting go of the hurt
And when washing the soul
And when washing the water
Wash the eyes for me
When the flowers bloom
When the forests grew
When reap the fruits
Say the taste for me
Say the taste for me
Escrita por: Ivan Lins / Vitor Martins