Passarinhos [English translation]

We are fallen off tiring flights

So complicated and thoughtful

We're hurt after so many hits

We're armored with our reasons

We're grumpy, ponderous

And give us antidepressant pills

We're shy among disc and books

So harmless

Will the sun goes out for a better flight

I'm going to wait, maybe in the spring

The skies get clearer and the sun heat comes

Look at what remained from us and at what we've been

The planet spins in a breakdown,

Many lies get the wrath bigger of those who suffer quietly

The pages turns, the healthy man raves, so we go crazy

And among those many things

We are like

Little birds

So free, flying in the mood of

Finding a nest

Even in the chest of each other

Little birds

So free, flying in the mood of

Finding a nest

Even in the chest of each other

Laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá

Laiá, laiá, laiá

Laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá

Laiá, laiá

Babylon is grey and neon, I know that

The sound has been my best friend, ok

All this karma reminds me Armagedon, I prayed

I look for a new life, just like ultrasonography, I found it

Cities are dead villages, a nonsense challenge

A competition in vain which no one can win

Compare it with an ant hill, it goes bad

When people turn into things, heads turn into stairs

The way the things are happening, bro

Madness, in a little while, there won't be wood for coffins

It used to be fog, now it is smog

The hot asphalt burns our bare feet

Cars in abundance, confusion

Water in scarcity, now in our turn

This way there won't be even the cockroaches

Unfair men make laws and what will remain for you

Choose which of the poison will kill you

Because we are like

Little birds

So free, flying in the mood of

Finding a nest

Even in the chest of each other

Little birds

So free, flying in the mood of

Finding a nest

Even in the chest of each other

Laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá

Laiá, laiá, laiá

Laiá, laiá, laiá, laiá

Laiá, laiá

Little birds

So free, flying in the mood of

Finding a nest

Even in the chest of each other

Little birds

So free, flying in the mood of

Finding a nest

Even in the chest of each other