Sintoma de Emoção

Oh, ooh, here from above
It's so good
Here from heaven
Inferno or not
From the window of this plane
I see a gap in your heart
Oh, ooh, here from above
It's so good
There's a symptom of emotion
There's a shadow of illusion, or
There's a delirium of imagination

The ones who sleep earlier
Doesn't roam in the streets
Doesn't wander during the wee hours, or haunts brothels
Knows nothing of the risk, the cream of the rubbish
From the garbage can to the television
Doesn't know about anything, and who knows some day
Maybe before the dawn on another airplane