Enquanto Eu Passar Na Sua Rua

I liked your idea
I entered your jungle
You in my room, decorating my screen
I liked the corals of your beach
I glued my fingers to your sandal
I entered your concrete desert
Sahara concrete

This way, I will get closer
I will get closer to your idea
Of being less indecisive
While I pass by
While I pass by your street
Anxious I feel

Saying: "my windmill spins in your wind"
I want to rest in your shelter
Because in my den it no longer makes any sense
My movement is in favor of our time

This way, I will get closer
I will get closer to your idea
Of being less indecisive
While I pass by
While I pass by your street
Anxious I feel

I used to know exactly what to do

This way, I will get closer
I will get closer to your idea
Of being less indecisive
While I pass by
While I pass by your street
Anxious I feel

I will never see the dawn
Until the night turns to happen
Small changes need to be born
Before time leaves marks on you