Água Contida [English translation]

I, crying

with a crumpled face

with raw eyes¹

and with a runny nose.

I, crying

As predictable as sand in the desert

More pathetic without anyone near

So immense that I can't seem to contain it.

So, come out. Let all the

hidden water run².

So come out. Let it run (go),

all held grief is like standing water.

And at some point it overflows.³

You might not understand if sometimes I go around

a bit quiet, withdrawn, immersed in my sorrow.

It's just that it immediately sets me free

the moment I release it.

What is no longer useful goes away

and thus I feel lighter.

• Artist:Pitty