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
Quando largarem a mágoa
Quando lavarem a alma
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
To Our Children
Forgive the sour face
Forgive the lack of hugs
Forgive the lack of space
The days were like that
Forgive for so many dangers
Forgive the lack of shelter
Forgive the lack of friends
The days were like that
Forgive the lack of leaves
Forgive the lack of air
Forgive the lack of choice
The days were like that
And when they clean up
And when they cut the ties
And when they loosen the belts
Have a blast for me
When they let go of the grudge
When they cleanse the soul
When they wash the water
Wash the eyes for me
When the flowers bloom
When the forests grow
When they harvest the fruits
Tell me the taste
Escrita por: Ivan Lins / Vitor Martins