Promessas do Sol (part. Grupo Água)

You want me strong
And I'm not strong anymore
I am the end of the race, the old, the one that has already been
I call for the silver moon to save me
I pray for the gods of the forest to kill me

You want me beautiful
And I'm not beautiful anymore
They took from me everything a man needs to have
They cut my body with a knife without finishing it
Leaving me alive, bloodless, to rot

You want me fair
And I'm not fair anymore
Promises of sunshine no longer burn my heart
What tragedy is this that befalls us all?
What tragedy is this that befalls us all?

What tragedy is this that befalls us all?
What tragedy is this that befalls us all?