When everything seems right,
But it's not
there are the meditations of my heart.
Those that I can't even acquire,
...
I stepped into the darkness
A step of faith
And the shadows that covered my eyes
Were colored by death and pain
...
Born and raised in São Paulo, Brazil.)
Meditation
When everything seems right,
But it's not
there are the meditations of my heart.
Those that I can't even acquire,
those for I could die.
My heart in a turbulent storm
and there is a part, a horn
Growing in my turbulent chest
Who shall I call the guest?
The horn, grow and grow more
- The meditations of my heart -
Hunts me every cloudless night
When in my very gut, everything seems alright
Thus, the night will end soon,
dawn of new expectations will arise
My heart, the horn, the turbulent chest
shall be no more.
Or shall be.
Who knows, what are the meditations of this heart.