Pedra Quente

Feet well grounded
On the hot stone
Burnt plant
Footprint on the road
Bitter taste
Eternal trail
That insists on deceiving
It is, it is, it is, it is
Hell that promises to calm
Burning in anticipation of arrival

Ground and coal
Water with lemon
We are tired
But no one says no

Ground and coal
Water with lemon
We are tired
But no one says no

And a sweet impulse
Causes shivers
Light and fleeting
In a back and forth (In a back and forth)
A muffled scream
A celebration
Old memory
That insists on staying
It is, it is, it is, it is
Hell that promises to calm
Burning in anticipation of arrival

Ground and coal
Water with lemon
We are tired
But no one says no

Ground and coal
Water with lemon
We are tired
But no one says no

In a final breath
Blue of vastness
Time transforms
Memories to tell
There is leftover energy
Desire to return
Breathe

Ground and coal
Water with lemon
We are tired
But no one says no

Ground and coal
Water with lemon
We are tired
But no one says no