We’ve been sailing for a while –
don’t know if either in a good or a bad way –
A star guides your eyes,
[that is] our big love, us.
Are [we] taking hints from1 our fantasy,
Green stones from Bahia?
[With] our craziness is at the helm [of our boat]
We find ourselves again
Over the deep sea,
Over the deep sea:
And then we let ourselves go
Over the wave that first throws you down [on water]
And then flings you to the sky;
We’re [finally] breathing
Over the deep sea
Like two birds that prefer to die
Rather than coming back [to the ground]
Saying that we are no longer going to fly.
I already know that, if we [continue to] sail,
The land is going be sighted:
This is a normal thing:
‘Cause we’re living here,
Among all the noises of an Avenue,
[Pumped full of] tranquilizers from a drug store,
Sons of [the Age of] Ideology,
We cannot stay here [too long]
Over the deep sea,
Over the deep sea:
And then we let ourselves go
Over the wave that first throws you down [on water]
And then flings you to the sky;
We’re [finally] breathing
Over the deep sea
Like two birds that prefer to die
Rather than coming back [to the ground]
Saying that we are no longer going to fly.
We’re [finally] breathing
Over the deep sea
Like two birds that prefer to die
Rather than coming back [to the ground]
Saying that we are no longer going to fly.
1. lit. “Fishing from”