Xutos & Pontapés
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Homem Do Leme
Alone in the night
a boat heads where it's going.
A light in the dark shines straight ahead
overshadows the others.
And more than a wave, more than a tide...
They tried to arrest him and impose a faith on him...
But, moving at will, breaking longing,
goes those who no longer fear anything, goes the man at the helm...
And a desire to laugh is born from the depths of being.
And a desire to go, to travel the world and leave,
life is always to be lost...
At the bottom of the sea
the others lie, those who stayed there.
On gray days
They found eternal rest there.
And more than a wave, more than a tide...
They tried to arrest him, to impose a faith on him...
But, veering towards will, breaking the longing,
goes those who no longer fear anything, goes the man at the helm...
And a desire to laugh is born from the depths of the being.
And a desire to go, run the world and leave,
life is always losing...
In the depths of the horizon
the murmur blows wherever it goes.
In the depths of time
the future is running away, it's too late...
And a desire to laugh is born from the depths of one's being.
And a desire to go, travel the world and leave,
life is always losing...

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