Bem eu hesitei em postar este porque acho que está um bocado pó fraco. É o que mais rima deles todos presumo, mas acho que é o pior por ser demasiado directo que sua compreensao se torna mais dificel e seu objectivo se confunde.. mas pronto aki está:
Just lying here,
Staring at my hand
Feeling the sand.
Incredible infatuation for the
Insignificant grain
Can you hear it rain?
Wonderful sound,
Soothing pain.
A drop in front of my eye
Makes me remember
The nothing that is my all
Same questions everyday.
Hearing what you have to say.
Never makes sense.
(Part II: Conformed to nothingness)
Still rains.
Might not tomorrow,
But still feel the calm smoothing pleasures
Induced by every drop
That falls on my breathing corpse.
Don't care,
Is there no pain to bear?
I hope for tomorrow
It will bring what I need
A knife to make me bleed.
There’s nowhere to be.
No reason to search for something to see.
(Part III: Be my dry sand)
Raining strong on my face
I contemplate nature’s infamous orchestra.
Conflict of gods.
Roar of seas, rage of infinite skies!
But the sand is still dry under me…
I want to save the world,
Only be amazed by your smile.
Absurd search of purpose
With the illusion of an induced decadence
To only not submit to my obvious objective:
It always has to do…
With you.
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