No Inverno Fica Tarde + Cedo

Darkness
Liquid night
Everything takes shape
From the body that lies down
In the darkness

Darkness
No glance accepts
Everything transforms
In an unmade bed
In the darkness

Darkness
Harvest time
For those who sowed the wind

In an unmade bed
In the darkness
A body lies down
A body in a storm
Now it's already late
Loneliness
Harvest time
For those who sowed the wind

In a body that lies down
In loneliness
In an unmade bed
A body in a storm
Now it's already late

In winter it gets late + early
Only after losing you do you realize it was a game
A game that never ends, never ends in a tie
If it was a game, you won: I lost my way
If it was a dream, if it was heaven, I don't know
I who don't know how to lose, lost sleep
In the darkness, in the darkness

Only after losing you do you realize it was a game
A game that never ends, never ends in a tie
If it was a game, you won: I lost my way
If it was a dream, if it was heaven, I don't know
I who don't know how to lose, lost the fear
Of the darkness, of the darkness