Com a casa [English translation]

Stop hiding yourself,

let the smile speak more than you.

We’re not eternal, we’re a kind of an irony of past times

that write these present times.

To control the words while this rain

fills our glasses, you’re drinking from mine.

Now we’re a trace of a short comet

on an everlasting journey around the Earth.

We’ll never stop losing our heads

for the life that awaits us,

for the nights of a serene night,

so that today we feel the time has come.

We’ll always seek the highest place

to look into a distance, far from the Earth,

to swing on a star,

so that we’d be like at home.

Let me tell you

that the air hardly fills our nose

and who knows where we’ll sit on branches to die of sleep,

to notice when, by our side, the world is born.

And we receive interferences

from a hostile, blazing sky,

images of land, sea and air

captured by our mind.

We’ll never stop losing our heads

for the life that awaits us,

for the nights of a serene night,

so that today we feel the time has come.

We’ll always seek the highest place

to look into a distance, far from the Earth,

to swing on a star,

so that we’d be like at home.

• Artist:Blaumut