Laço do Passarinheiro

The Sun is up, so distant in the infinite
I've come to embrace another day, how beautiful it is
The birds of the heavens sing lovely melodies
Even in their clamor, they are perfect symphonies

But my heart cannot accept the fowler
Who prowls about the grove, arriving ever so softly
Invading the nest, and their singing ceases

Thus I compare my own life, what a precious gift
Even when pursued, I will sing with gladness
I possess no riches, a lesson learned from the Lamb
I am like the birds, who do not sing for coin

But my heart cannot accept the fowler
Who prowls about the grove, arriving ever so softly
Invading the nest, and their singing ceases

If there is someone who is now singing for coin
It is because their feet are in the fowler's snare
He comes with a smile, feigning to be a friend
But when he holds you, he is the cruelest foe

But my heart cannot accept the fowler
Who prowls about the grove, arriving ever so softly
Invading the nest, and their singing ceases