O livro dos dias [English translation]

Absent is the grace that once was cultivated

I realise the indiferent mechanism

That insists in rescue without trust

The essence of the offence then sacred

My heart doesn't want to

Let my body rest

And my reverse desire is an old friend

Since I always have him by my side

Today then you accept by the name

It is perfect what you deliver but it's late

It would only work to the two that try

If still drunk of hunger

Exact is your forgiveness and your age

The pardon is thee, took it as blessing

Don't hide your sadness from me

Everyone drive apart when the world is wrong

When what we have is an error catalog

When we need affection

Strenght and caring

This is the book of flowers

This is the book of destiny

This is the book of our days

This is the day of our loves

• Artist:Legião Urbana
• Album:A Tempestade ou O Livro dos Dias