as mágoas do circo

I want to wake up with you
Out of this nightmare
All the wounds of the circus
I’ll carry them with me, with you

In my dreams, we’re out of here
And I take you to a beautiful forest
And your sorrows are silenced by the song of birds
How beautiful is life out there?
I know we can escape this
And we were unlucky to be here
Out there, we won’t need to pretend anything
We’ll be sad, just like we always wanted
We’ll dance, celebrating our end
This circus is a show of our self-mutilation
That people love to watch
Laughter and laughter from people outside the circus
None of them will take me home
We’re trapped inside an invisible box, but so real to me and to you

They all just want my suffering
I'm their only form of entertainment
From their life, as empty as mine