Ao Que Vai Nascer
Milton Nascimento
To What Will Be Born
Memory of so much waiting
Your body growing, jumping from the ground
And I already see my body descending
One day I'll meet you in the middle
Of the room or the street
I don't know what I'll tell
Answers will come from time
A clear and serene face tells me
And I walk with stones in hand
On the fringe of days I forget what is old
What is lame
And it's like finding you
I run to find you
A mirror hurt my eye and on the edge of the afternoon
A girl sees me
She wanted to talk about a land with beaches in the north
And wines in the south
The beach was dirty and the wine red
Red, dried up
The party ends, I put away the voice and the guitar
Or I go out there
Scraping the colors for the mold to appear
My body answers for me
With wrinkles that one day pain pointed out
And I walk with stones in hand
On the fringe of days I forget what is old
What is lame
And it's like finding you
I run to find you
