A Vida e a Morte

Yeah, it's the end
She passes by me
Fluorescent
Giving light to everyone

And me
Feared I
I reside in any museum
Telling stories
Of all the memories
That one day she wrote

It's cruel
You shine like a trophy
And it's cruel
And I, cold and pale, like paper

But I would live for you
And you didn't understand
That everything I do
It's wanting to be yours
Of all the dead flowers
I would make you a garden
You would bloom and look at me
It's the end
It's my end

Life, dear, beautiful
You living like this
Even better
From all over the morgue
I would make you a nursery
You would look at me and think I was a sucker

Yeah, it's the end
I don't have you for myself
It's my end
I don't have you for myself