humans dream about flying
looking from above
planing down the sea
if he's on a plane
or in a big apartment
or on the steps of a church
in Candeal's favelas
humans dream about flying
and he paints walls
we're all the same
but pray in the dark
that the destiny of the weakest
will never be mine
how easy it comes
to turn and not to look at
how easy it comes
to think "it's not my fault"
how easy it comes
but all
a man can say is..
humans dream about flying
looking from above
planing down the sea
humans want to change
but don't know how to do anymore
humans want to change
but don't know how to do anymore
humans dream about flying
and so
starting, take off
there's no control
i suddenly start again
there are things that i wanted
but i never told you
how easy it comes
to turn and not to look at
how easy it comes
to think it's not my fault
how easy it comes
but all
a man can really say is..
don't do like me
don't do like me