Rolam as Pedras

I see free dreams, fathers, brothers, and sons
Bodies so strange to mine
I think I exist within the city
Almost like I feel like God

Everything is so right that it seems wrong
It's where I can't find myself
Lights of truth in reality
Are always changing places

The stones roll, they must roll
I'm like the stones to find you
The stones roll, they must roll
I'm like the stones to find you

I see colorful things in black and white
In the life they tried to give me
Of written phrases, forgotten phrases
That I can't even remember anymore

Everything so wrong that it seems right
It was hard to level myself
After childhood and freedom
That doesn't always want to accompany me