Aos Nossos Filhos

Forgive the frowning face
Forgive the lack of hug
Forgive the lack of space
The days were like this

Forgive for so many threats
Forgive the lack of shelter
Forgive the lack of friends
The days were like this

Forgive the lack of tree leaves
Forgive the lack of air
Forgive the lack of choice
The days were like this

And when cleaning it up
And when cutting the ties
And when unbuckling your seatbelts
Throw the party for me

And when letting go of the hurt
And when washing the soul
And when washing the water
Wash the eyes for me

When the flowers bloom
When the forests grew
When reap the fruits
Say the taste for me

Say the taste for me