They can talk to me about love that doesn't exist,
about the modernity which fastly progresses,
about the reinforced concrete over the favelas.
I do nothing but listen to my surroundings.
They can talk to me again about idyllic places,
about people who live all year long out of music
near the barbed wire over the Pacific.
I do nothing but listen to what they explain to me.
I can dream if they tell me how.
I can love if they tell me why.
I've dreamed it all, it's been a long time now.
I listen to you without being there.
Forgive me.
They can talk to me about the love we receive
and recite to me all the rights we all have.
They can sing them out loud at the favelas.
I do nothing but listen one more time.
I can dream if they tell me how.
I can love if they tell me why.
I've dreamed it all, it's been a long time now.
I listen to you without being there.
I can dream if they tell me how.
I can love if they tell me why.
I've dreamed it all, it's been a long time now.
I listen to you without being there.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.