Espírito Selvagem

They tell me to be distant
To have a touch of elegance
And I don't know

If the secret to success
Is to be oblique and discreet
I failed

With one foot forward, but the other behind
And the ancestral magics
I keep avoiding danger
By chance or by enlightenment

I've been like this for centuries
And in my son's eyes I see my father's face
I have no war with anyone, nor do I see a solution
I'm a wild spirit without seeking approval

I didn't come here to mock
Nor do I poke anyone's wound

But I can't pretend to be amused
For these people who are a painful farce

With one foot forward, but the other behind
And the ancestral magics
I keep avoiding danger
By chance or by enlightenment

I've been like this for centuries
And in my son's eyes I see my father's face
I have no war with anyone, nor do I see a solution
I'm a wild spirit without seeking approval