O Resto É Nada Mais (o Sonho de Um Visconde)

I dreamed that the sea swallowed me, took my breath away
I experienced a peace
Seeing that I wouldn't return
I saw that the sky is just another illusion
I wrote it on paper, to remember at the end of the hurricane

I needed to fly far away just to see
I will always be me, the words
And the rest is nothing more
I will always be me, the memories
And the rest is nothing more

I tried to paint on my face a smile like
The one that, I know, is there
In a grain of sand between the Mustards and the Pine Grove
I saw that the sky attracts me more than the ground
But it's so cruel to contemplate the vastness alone
I wanted someone to observe the universe

It would be me, you, and the rest is nothing more

I wished, for a day, to be able to change
To stop being a wanderer, for a day, not to walk
I have a wound from every place
Where I left loneliness stored
And that's why I say I don't know how to deal
It's much more than my chest can bear
I don't want dreams with a set end time
I prefer these imperfect stories to tell

Is there someone to listen to me and make me change?
Is there someone out there?