Sonho de Uma Flauta

Not every word is
What the dictionary says
Not every piece of stone
Looks like brick or chalk stone

Airplane looks like a bird
That doesn't know how to flap its wings
Bird flying far away
Looks like a butterfly that ran away from home

Butterfly looks like a flower
That the wind took to dance
Flower looks like us
Because we are the seed of what is yet to come

We look like ants
From up in the airplane
The sky looks like a sandy ground
Seems like a resting place for my prayer

The cloud looks like smoke
Some people think it's cotton
Cotton is sometimes sweet
But sometimes it's not sweet

Dream looks like reality
When we forget to wake up
The day seems like half
When we wake up and forget to get up
Hmm, and the world is perfect
And the world is perfect
And the world is perfect

I don't look like my father
Nor do I look like my brother
I know every mother is holy
I know uncertainty brings inspiration

There's a kiss that looks like a bite
There's a bite that looks like affection
There's affection that looks like a fight
A fight that appears to bring a smile

There's laughter that looks like crying
There's crying that is pure joy
There's a day that looks like night
And sadness looks like poetry

There's a reason to live again
There's the new that wants a reason
There's the thirst that dies in the bosom
Note that fermata when I go off key

Discovering the true meaning of things
Is wanting to know too much
Wanting to know too much

Dream looks like reality
When we forget to wake up
The day seems like half
When we wake up and forget to get up

But dream looks like reality
When we forget to wake up
And the day seems like half
When we wake up and forget to get up
And the world is perfect
But the world is perfect
The world is perfect