Solte As Mãos (part. Mandume)

When was the last time you let go of the helm and trusted?
The last time you bent your knees
And freed yourself from the sad pretense of being enough?

Let go of hands! You are not alone!
Let go of hands! The watchful gaze that guards you does not sleep!

When was the last time you sheltered your pain
And surrendered to the rare calm of feeling love watching over you
And thus found the impulse to leap?

Let go of hands! You are not alone!
Let go of hands! The watchful gaze that guards you does not sleep!

Life throws and you don't even feel the blow in the mind that comes to knock you down
In the temptation to be sufficient, you insist, innocently, on the paranoia of self-sabotage
The world is Troy, you are Achilles, the invincible
Of those whom no one can defeat
Until the moment when time closes
The body ceases, it's the arrow that hits your heel
Then you start to see everything spinning, and Troy has fun watching you bleed
And what you feared the most, look at the irony, it's the arrow that now forces you to bend!

Can you understand now?
Can you accept now?
Kneel down, say a prayer!
The watchful gaze that guards you does not sleep!

Let go of hands! You are not alone!
Let go of hands! The watchful gaze that guards you does not sleep!