Para Os Braços da Minha Mãe

I reached the end of the road
Just two leagues of nothing
I don't know what force keeps me
Germany is so gray
And the longing so great
And summer never comes again

I want to go home
Take flight with a wingbeat
Step on the burning ground
Because night is already coming
I want to return
To my mother's arms
I want to return
To my mother's arms

I brought a bit of earth
Smells like pine and mountains
Pigeons fly
On the eaves
I spent twenty years on the ground
In the night of Amsterdam
I bought love
From the newspaper

I want to go home
Take flight with a wingbeat
Step on the burning ground
Because night is already coming
I want to return
To my mother's arms
I want to return
To my mother's arms

I came like a bullet
A diploma in my suitcase
I left my love behind
It's so cold in Paris
I'm already memory and root
No one leaves where they have peace

I want to go home
Take flight with a wingbeat
Step on the burning ground
Because night is already coming
I want to return
To my mother's arms
I want to return
To my mother's arms
Hmmm?