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D’you remember that day when

We drank black licorice?

Hiding ourselves from your dadda, girl

‘cause he ain’t approve my hair nor my horns

O alcaçuz secava a boca

Mas sempre se prova que a boca seca

Também tem o seu sabor

 Hey Little Bird, your feathers made a Tropical Cyclone

Crushing all the area around

But the lawmen took you away from my horns, teeths and nails

And now, I kinda feel sad
But not so sad, in fact
It happens more often

When the summer wind blows telling his stories

That are supposed to be shared between a Little Bird and a Horned Man

Os velhos sons de piano

E tristes roupas de crianças

Se refletiram nos meus óculos e nos seus olhos Little Bird

 And it’s always the same damned thing

They forced me to spit it out

Your kiss out of my mouth

 Two birds are totally still on top of that wire

It could be us if the lawmen didn’t had eyes to see over the top of the mountains

He knows that you drink licorice

And I drink gasoline

Your heart is so big all the time, Bird

But sometimes my heart is really mean

We’re not allowed but we can prove

That dry mouths can have flavour as well

O vento sopra e prova

O gosto dos lábios de todos

E decide com o tempo se manda suas brisas geladas

Ou conta suas aventuras de verão

 I imagine you layed down, covered in licorice for me

On a continental shelf, moving without motion

Smiling without showing your teeth, girl

But can a Horned Man follow all those sad clues?

 Tell me who’s the one sitting at your side now

My cyclone

The church people said that i’m now free of you

But the freedom isn’t a gift that we give only to people that say “I Love You”?

Even god herself can see that my horns can perfurate everything

Our love is a thing once begotten

Lost in the canvas that is your red blouse

Stained by that black licorice

And when we said nothing

Little Bird

We were saying everything

But now we’re nothing but Ghosts

 The storm is far away, but right now I’m planting flowers everywhere

To attract butterflies

Cause if they beat their wings over and over

Maybe the Chaos Theory work

The butterfly effect take course and finally...

May the Tropical Cyclone be back

Only for me.