I don't want it to end

A calm sunrise to end my sleep
takes my mind away, I feel free.
Knowing the day will run so smooth,
I want to proclame our eternal youth.

Look at the sun, so shiny and soft...
It really feels I've been here before.
Good times, past times, future ones too,
I don't wanna leave this place anymore.

The heat, the light, the warmth, the glow,
the breathless sun brings the shining moon.
As the wind whispers softly and the clouds grow
there's no way this must have an end soon.

Lost paradise, how can I breathe alone
if without you I'm not even home?
You come once in a long time,
not fair, I want you to be mine.

Our golden days ran, my friend... My love,
soon everything will be rising above.
And the season of hope for those days will arrive,
the prayer for the moment of being alive.

Wonder

The moon we see in the sky
is much more than meets the eye.

Don’t you agree? She’s there,
always beautiful, always standing,
never falling, never bending,
she’s there, and she’s strong.

She didn’t tell me, I simply know
just by watching her grow.
And after the dying comes the reborn:
she never gives up, though she’s torn.

Sometimes she smiles – I get so happy!
I smile with her, I sleep tight.
Sometimes she’s serious – oh, well…
Her wonder shows and that’s my light.

I love to watch her as the time goes by,
even if after the clouds there’s a thunder.
My moon still hangs there in the sky
with no smile – just wonder…

Não sou poeta como os que são.
Não sei fingir completamente,
deixando ler o meu coração
os que não sentem o que ele sente.

Não sou poeta como os que são.
Não sei analisar a minha dor,
nem transformá-la em letra de canção,
nem passá-la para o espaço exterior...

Não sou poeta – por agora, não...
pois é tal a tristeza que me consome,
que as palavras saem num turbilhão
de letras soltas e algo disforme.

Só sou poeta quando finjo que sofro.
Ah! – como sei ser lírica e divagar!
Como consigo exprimir-me num sopro,
quase sem ter de parar para pensar!

Pois, não sou poeta – neste momento, não,
porque é tal o sufoco dentro do meu ser,
que, enquanto me deixa na escuridão,
apaga a poesia e não me deixa escrever...

Rebirth

Thank you.
Guardian angel, soul mate,
you’re the star that shines
in my never-ending sad sky.

I am blue.
Your words are my fate,
you write all the right lines
that fil me up and get me by.

I grew.
Your light hasn’t come too late;
through words and thoughts and signs
you repaired my wings: now, I can fly.

Protect me until it's gone

This pain seems everlasting, no end coming - not soon.
Blinding me, taking my last breath – it’s gone, so far away…
Not even happiness smiles at me with the rise of the moon,
I’ve met the hurt and this deep sadness has come to stay.

No good thoughts can save me from this abysm – how insane!
No nice memories can last without the fall of a tear.
It’s such a horrible feeling; I can’t find any words to explain
the drowning of my lonely heart – so weak, so sad, so sincere…

I feel like I could die of this new bad ache in my chest,
I could drown myself into this river of dirty gray water.
How it would be great to create a safe little nest
where I could find a refugee for this pain that slaughters me.

Sweet surrender

Well, I could be strong and keep my pride
and tell you “wrong, you just lost your tide”.
But I think I’ll forgive you, ‘cant stand this no more;
the truth’s that I need you to bring me back to the shore.

When I watch the moon up in the sky
I wonder if you’re wondering why
would we be alone in the dead of night
when we could turn each others’ world bright.

It’s marvellously odd this thing I’m feeling,
the very thought of you, I find it healing.
My mind flies away when you’re near me,
I shake all over, from my head to my feet.

Could you, please, promise me your love, my dear?
We’ll overcome every trace of sadness and fear.
A smile on your face is what takes me to heaven
but I’d be glad to have you twenty for seven.

Welcome

Hey there, stranger.
I heard you could use some companie.
You don’t seem so happy, sir.
Or maybe that’s just me…?

Though I have no goods or money
(the taxman’s just gone away),
I have a hand to hold out, honey,
and you are welcome to stay.

I’m not wealthy, my dear
but I receive you with open arms.
Life gives us unhappiness and fear
and we all need good smiles and charms.

Come on in, be my guest,
we’ll chat ‘till the rising Sun.
I promise you I’ll do my best;
just, please, put down that gun!

Don’t give up on this adventure,
you can’t win if you don’t fight!
Who knows what tomorrow brings for sure?
Maybe now you’ll find a bright light.

We could help each other, what do you say?
We could share our dreams, the deepest of our fears.
Let’s believe together that there’s always a way,
let’s be the soft tissue for each others’ tears.