O Ouro E A Madeira

I didn't want to be the sea
I was fine with the spring
Much less to be the rose
Just simply the thorn

I didn't want to be the road
Just the shortcut
Much less to be the rain
Only the dew

I didn't want to be the day
Just the dawn
Much less to be the field
I was fine with the grain

I didn't want to be life
Just the moment
Much less to be the concert
Only the song

Gold sinks in the sea
Wood stays on top
Oysters come from the mud
Creating fine pearls