If I hadn't known

I wouldn't know pain
but my life would be tortuous.
The blood that runs through my veins
wouldn't have any purpose.

I'd never wish under a moonbeam
but I'd still believe angels were fake.
I wouldn't know how to dream
even when I'm wide awake.

It wouldn't feel like swords
were trespassing my bleeding heart.
But I'd be ruled by broken chords,
no melody in a soundless dark.

I would be ignorant in my lonely pathway
where I couldn't sigh for what I'd never known.
But that overwhelming smile to make my day
would never sing along with those eyes of your own.

And so I thank you for being around,
though these depressing feelings still persist.
'Cause I'd still be empty and my soul uncrowned
if I hadn't known that you exist.

Comforting thunder

Watch through this rearview mirror,
the rain’s falling to the soulless ground.
It’s a kind of an invisible armor
that hides my pain without making a sound.

Shouldn’t be thinking about it.
Shouldn’t be wondering about it.
Shouldn’t be whispering about it.
Won’t heaven hear my prayers?

I bend and break right from the start
with your deep thoughts and lovely style.
If you leave my life, please, take my heart
‘cause it can’t beat along without your smile.

Leave me in this soft thunder, so blue…
Where I can go mad
in my own crying cloud.

I just want to reach you
so bad…
I just don’t know how.

Unforgettable

Those memories don't vanish from my mind.
Those beautiful memories, times long gone...
I remember those words - they were kind,
I remember those thoughts - didn't go on.

How this world was such a pretty place!
Coloured from the sky to the ground.
Today, from those rainbows I have no trace,
and this world's nothing but a rough sound.

I used to wake up to the sound of spring everyday
and feel the flowers and the sun the whole year long.
Now I still find no difference between November and May
because each day's compared to a sad, strange song.

I fell asleep one day, right in front of the TV.
The same simple nightmare - just go!
No dreams then - those reassembled much reality...
Lately, only those can push my pain down low.

No smile inside my soul, no freedom within my heart,
i miss the comfort of the tears I didn't cry.
I let those feelings slip way, but the best part
is that they'll never escape from my own, beautiful sky.

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.