Há Tempos [English translation]

It may seem like cocaine, but it's just sadness, possibly your city.

Many fears are born from weariness and loneliness

And the imbalance and the squandering are now the heirs

Of the virtuousness that we lost.

A while ago I had a dream

I can't remember, I can't remember

Your sadness is so precise

And the day is so beautiful today

We are already used to

Not even having that anymore.

The dreams come and the dreams go

Everything else is flawed.

You said that if your voice was as strong

As the enormous pain you are feeling

Your scream would wake up

Not only your home

But the whole neighborhood.

And for a while not even the saints know for sure

The extent of evil

For a while it is the youth who is falling ill

For a while the grace is absent

And the smiles are full of rust

And only luck can reach out to touch

Those who seek shelter and protection.

My love, discipline is freedom

Compassion is fortitude

To be kind is to be brave

And she said:

-There is a well at my house, yet its water is too clean.