A Rota do Indivíduo (Ferrugem)
Djavan
The Individual's Route (Rust)
Mere light that invades the gray afternoon
And some leaves lie on the road
The cold is the warmth that heats
The frozen heart when it's windy
Moving the abandoned water
Remnants of dreams about a new day
Loves in the wagons, wagons on the tracks
It seems like the railway is the one departing
That even not seeing you, watches over you
Like a mother, like a mother who sleeps watching her children
With eyes on the road
And in the lonely mystery of the fuzz
Life is seen running, stopped
As if there were no arrival
In the distant afternoon, rust or nothing
