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“Death shines with each spark of life”

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LYRICS
ENGLISH:

Just as birds cross the heights
Thousands of red and blue fish
With the blind certainty that something is leading them
Travel distances in dark waters.
But in the ocean there are more creatures
That are hungry and are waiting to devour them
And those who escape will have to stumble
Just like pilgrims exhausted with thirst
Into the arms of men who drag the net
Singing a ciranda on the seashore

In broad chains of piggybacks
There go turtles with bright shells
Who embark for distant shores
That serve as a crib for their descendants
Which tear the eggs and emerge victorious
And run alone to save themselves
But only a few can reach
The saltwater that prevents the embrace
Of the steel-toed grip of the birds,
Singing a ciranda on the seashore

Coconut trees seem like happy observers
Who mock as time swallows humans
And so, as days, months and years pass
They don’t give in, don’t tire, have no scars
But time points to their roots
And the waters begin to approach
Gnawing at their entrails to fell them
Just like the damned, hanging, heavy
In the arms of the wind, proudly dying
Singing a ciranda on the seashore

With brilliantly coloured glass eyes
Forty-storey buildings sway.
Viewed from afar they resemble altars
The forgotten worship of giant gods
That smash time arrogantly, saying
That the free winds cannot pass
And behind the columns that imprison the air
They are squeezed feeling the haze
In the shadows of a few that target the space
Singing a ciranda on the seashore

I keep treading the same sands
Through which the sea runs its fingers and caresses.
On moonlit nights with a soft breeze
I hear the call of the same sirens
I sit on rocks, which during high tide
Waters seek to submerge.
Like combatants going to fight a war
Without hope of fame or glory
They end up as foam, fade from history
Singing a ciranda on the seashore

PORTUGUESE

Ao modo de aves cruzando as Alturas
Milhares de peixes vermelhos e azuis
Na cega certeza de algum que conduz
Percorrem distâncias nas águas escuras
Mas no oceano tem mais criaturas
Que esperam famintas pra lhes devorar
E aqueles que escapam vão ter de esbarrar
Que nem peregrinos exaustos de sede
Nos braços dos homens que arrastam a rede
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Pegando carona nas grossas correntes
Se vão tartarugas de cascos brilhantes
Que embarcam no rumo de praias distantes
Que servem de berço pra seus descendentes
Que rasgam os ovos, que emergem valentes
E correm sozinhas para se salvar
Mas só uma ou outra consegue chegar
Nas `aguas salgadas que impedem o abraço
Das garras das aves de bico de aço
Que cantam ciranda na beira do mar

Coqueiros parecem vigias felizes
Que zombam do tempo que engole os humanos
E assim passam dias e meses e anos
Não cedem, não cansam, não tem cicatrizes
Mas o tempo aponta pra suas raízes
E as águas começam a se aproximar
Roendo as entranhas pra lhes derrubar
Que nem condenados, pendendo, penosos
Nos braços dos ventos morrendo orgulhosos
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Com olhos de vidro de cores berrantes
Balançam edifícios de quarenta andares
Que olhados de longe se parecem altares
Do culto esquecido de uns deuses gigantes
Que rompem os tempos dizendo arrogantes
Que o vento liberto não pode passar
E atrás das colunas que agarram o ar
Uns tantos se espremem sentindo os mormaços
Nas sombras de uns poucos que miram os espaços
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

Eu vivo pisando nas mesmas areias
Que o mar passa os dedos e acaricia
Nas noites de lua com brisa macia
Escuto o chamado das mesmas sereias
Me sento nas pedras que nas marés cheias
As ondas procuram pra se arremessar
Que nem combatentes que vem guerrear
Sem ter esperança de fama ou de glória
Se acabam em espuma, se apagam da história
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar

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from Avante (CD - £7), released September 30, 2013

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