Ensaio Sobre a Cegueira (BlindNess)
I dont wanna know what you look like…
And how can we know which other.
I know that part inside of you with no name
and thats what we “are”, right ?!?!?
Eu não quero saber como você se parece…
E como poderemos nos conhecer.
Eu conheço aquela parte dentro de você sem nome
E isto é o que nós “somos”, certo ?!
Henry Ward Beecher
Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, this time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another
From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it’s waiting on the end
Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, this time
Turning white and sense dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another
From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it’s waiting on the end
And now I’m alone I’m looking out, I’m looking in
Way down, the lights are dimmer
Now I’m alone I’m looking out , I’m looking in
Way down, the lights are dimmer
Ooooh
Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Come on, come on
Across the Univers3 