作曲 : Bittencourt, Loureiro, Matos | |
Somehow I turn around and see | |
My nerves break down inside | |
Maybe you might know much more than me | |
So tell me what is right to say | |
Down the weakness of my soul | |
Lie the secrets, and I know | |
There's something pushing back | |
Wish my hands could turn to gold | |
And my heart would break the cold | |
To give my thoughts some sense | |
The turn is close, new century | |
Still people think they're kings | |
Now you've got your voice, | |
Your own speech | |
Don't wait 'till someone else agress | |
Swimming naked of beliefs | |
And responsabilities | |
Just feel the sea of bliss | |
Mother nature brings to me | |
In fantastic purity | |
Everything I need | |
Like a teenager discovery | |
What's more delightful than this? | |
Try to remember how good it was | |
Feeling the life as it is | |
To believe! | |
New world was born out of man's dreams | |
Now we walk on our own | |
The angels cried, you've heard them weep | |
But now it's time to make them sing! | |
Swimming naked of beliefs | |
And responsabilities | |
Just feel the sea of bliss | |
Mother nature brings to me | |
In fantastic purity | |
Everything I need | |
Like a teenager discovery | |
What's more delightful than this? | |
Try to remember how good it was | |
Feeling the life as it is | |
To believe! |
zuo qu : Bittencourt, Loureiro, Matos | |
Somehow I turn around and see | |
My nerves break down inside | |
Maybe you might know much more than me | |
So tell me what is right to say | |
Down the weakness of my soul | |
Lie the secrets, and I know | |
There' s something pushing back | |
Wish my hands could turn to gold | |
And my heart would break the cold | |
To give my thoughts some sense | |
The turn is close, new century | |
Still people think they' re kings | |
Now you' ve got your voice, | |
Your own speech | |
Don' t wait ' till someone else agress | |
Swimming naked of beliefs | |
And responsabilities | |
Just feel the sea of bliss | |
Mother nature brings to me | |
In fantastic purity | |
Everything I need | |
Like a teenager discovery | |
What' s more delightful than this? | |
Try to remember how good it was | |
Feeling the life as it is | |
To believe! | |
New world was born out of man' s dreams | |
Now we walk on our own | |
The angels cried, you' ve heard them weep | |
But now it' s time to make them sing! | |
Swimming naked of beliefs | |
And responsabilities | |
Just feel the sea of bliss | |
Mother nature brings to me | |
In fantastic purity | |
Everything I need | |
Like a teenager discovery | |
What' s more delightful than this? | |
Try to remember how good it was | |
Feeling the life as it is | |
To believe! |
zuò qǔ : Bittencourt, Loureiro, Matos | |
Somehow I turn around and see | |
My nerves break down inside | |
Maybe you might know much more than me | |
So tell me what is right to say | |
Down the weakness of my soul | |
Lie the secrets, and I know | |
There' s something pushing back | |
Wish my hands could turn to gold | |
And my heart would break the cold | |
To give my thoughts some sense | |
The turn is close, new century | |
Still people think they' re kings | |
Now you' ve got your voice, | |
Your own speech | |
Don' t wait ' till someone else agress | |
Swimming naked of beliefs | |
And responsabilities | |
Just feel the sea of bliss | |
Mother nature brings to me | |
In fantastic purity | |
Everything I need | |
Like a teenager discovery | |
What' s more delightful than this? | |
Try to remember how good it was | |
Feeling the life as it is | |
To believe! | |
New world was born out of man' s dreams | |
Now we walk on our own | |
The angels cried, you' ve heard them weep | |
But now it' s time to make them sing! | |
Swimming naked of beliefs | |
And responsabilities | |
Just feel the sea of bliss | |
Mother nature brings to me | |
In fantastic purity | |
Everything I need | |
Like a teenager discovery | |
What' s more delightful than this? | |
Try to remember how good it was | |
Feeling the life as it is | |
To believe! |