All the mornings I lived
all the streets where I hid
the spell of alove,
the sacrifice of my parents
the patent-leather shoes...
the sundays in the club
only that Jesus is still in the cross
the cathedral columns
and the stand shouting goal
on monday in the capital
everyone wander and wander
everyone beneath the sun
life projects itself
technicolor butterfly
everytime you look at me
every sensation
life projects itself
technicolor butterfly
I saw their faces of resignation
I saw them happy and full of pain
they were cooking the rice,
he was lifting his principles of subtle emperor
all that happened in the end,
only that time didn't expect them
the melancholy of dying in this world
and living without a damned reason
everyone wander and wander
everyone beneath the sun
life projects itself
technicolor butterfly
everytime you look at me
every sensation
life projects itself
technicolor butterfly
I know you from before
from before yesterday
I know you from before
when I left I didn't go away...
I carry the singing voice
I carry the light of the train
I carry a wandering destiny
I carry your marks in my skin
and I just see you again today...