Caçador de Mim
Milton Nascimento
Self Hunter
For so much love, for so much emotion
Life made me like this
Sweet or atrocious, gentle or fierce
I, self hunter
Imprisoned by songs, surrendered to passions
That never had an end
I will find myself far from my place
I, self hunter
Nothing to fear, except the running of the fight
Nothing to do, except forget the fear
Open the chest with force, in a search
Escape the traps of the dark forest
Far away one goes dreaming too much
But where does one arrive like this?
I will discover what makes me feel
I, self hunter
Nothing to fear, except the running of the fight
Nothing to do, except forget the fear
Open the chest with force, in a search
Escape the traps of the dark forest
Far away one goes dreaming too much
But where does one arrive like this?
I will discover what makes me feel
I, self hunter
