A Ghost Story

 I - And I die...

Why did I go?

There's no room for me inside

Just no time

Just no space

Just more cry

Cry with no tear

Like a fear

A tea cup with a cake

The way that I don't may

Tasting a mourning time

And what a time!

II - And I live...

With no life

Watching time passing by

Searching for a room inside

Just tell me why

Memories is leaving me out

An open book

A simple song

My love is there

A treasure yours

A fury with no power

Melancholic impotence

III - And I wake...

With no life

But still with a dream

And a papercut

Hiding my hope

IV - And my bad dream comes true...

And my bad  dream

Is coming true

Turned me into a Demon

In my own Heaven's room

And a time will come

When all time will over (gone)

Said a voice that I had to shut

Not for the world

But for my Heaven

There's no return...

Watching the sky down

Soon I'm falling down

No time, no space

Infinite wait.

A dirty piano in an empty room

A different kid

A last simple song

A paper in hand

Not but a ghost

And I'm gone.

*Based on a self titled movie.

Vampyrica

He gave all to her

To feel her fault

For a broken heart

He gave life

He gave love.

Still a fool,

He waits for her

With a pain in heart

And a million hopes in soul

And he gave his heart

And with cruelty, she broke it

With a smiling face

The falling pieces in her hands

Still a man,

He cannot walk

No, without heart

Sicker, still waiting for…

But still no fault

She sends a kiss

And say goodbye

He can’t deny

His broken heart

But still no fault

She sends a kiss

And with his blood

She makes a drink

Sicker, (he) stills wait for…

Why you still cannot see?

There is no love in me

I just want to fill my glass

But not my empty chest.

Now, feel free to cry

‘Cause I can’t deny

There’s no tomorrow

Hear my voice, soon you will fell the fall

Fool! It’s time to…

Like a distant breath

He feels her fault

And embrace that kiss that she was send

Sicker, his hope was fall

But blind, there is no monster…

If blind you see

Come with me and fill my glass

Still with an empty chest

You will cry

‘Cause I will not deny

The tomorrow is now

There is no future in…

Embrace, enjoy the taste.

‘Cause now, you have your fault.

But he has no fault

‘Cause like a Goddess

She came to him

And with a kiss…

…He gave all to her.

Romance Negro / Black Romance

Romance Negro

Há anos espero adormecer profundamente,

Para o despertar de uma nova vida,

Para o despertar de uma nova esperança,

No momento, minha esperança é encontrá-la,

Um dia, pois eu a amo! ...

Por você dou meu sangue,

Por você dou minha alma,

Por você...

Dou minha vida!

Black Romance

For years I hope to fall asleep deeply,

For the awakening of a new life,

For the awakening of a new hope,

At this moment, my hope it is find her,

One day, ‘cause I love her! …

For you I give my blood,

For you I give my soul.

For you…

I give my life!

Morrendo por Amor / Dying for Love

Morrendo por Amor

Nasci programado para temê-la

Cresci programado para acreditar no mesmo

Morrerei pelo amor adquirido dentre tanto medo.

Sou uma máquina com sentimentos não reconhecidos

Vivo sem a oportunidade de viver

Meu direito de ser feliz foi arrancado de mim,

Talvez desde o momento em que vim para este tormento.

Pés juntos, braços esticados, cabeça baixa,

Sinto a ardência da ferrugem do ferro atravessando minhas veias,

Totalmente preso,

Entre quatro paredes,

Em quatro letras,

Em uma palavra:

Casa.

1 a cada 12 de 365, uma esperança, várias lembranças...

Já se passaram quase 18 e continuo aqui,

Desde a manhã do dia 12 de março de 1988, sábado.

Hoje não entendo o porquê de terem me programado para temer

A solução, a liberdade, a realização...

Morro pela vida que tive,

Morro pela vida que não tive,

Morro por amor!

Dying for Love

I was born programmed to fear it

I grew programmed to believe in the same

I will die for the love obtained from many fears.

I’m a machine with feelings not recognized

I live with no opportunity to live

My right to be happy was torn from me,

Since the moment that I came to this torment, maybe

Feet close, outstretched arms, head down,

I feel the blazing of iron rust going through my veins,

Between four walls

In four letters,

In one word:

Home.

1 in each 12 of 365, one hope, many memories...

Almost 18 are already passed and I’m still here

Since March, 12, 1988, Saturday.

Today I don’t understand the why of they have programmed me to fear

The solution, the freedom, the realization...

I die for the life that I had

I die for the life that I not had

I die for Love!

O Ciclo / The Cycle

O Ciclo

Cada noite, insônia

Pesadelos, sem sonhos

Entorpecem-me pela noite

Não há para onde correr

Não há esconderijos

Esta é minha vida!

Eu tento correr, mas vejo dor (dentro)

Eu olho em volta, as palavras giram, uma confusão

Disparam-me os nervos

Eu nunca vi (senti) tanta dor

Estou fraco, não posso me sustentar

Não fique (pense) assim

Pegue as pílulas sinta o cair...

Estou consumido pelo medo

Dominado por algo que nunca pude ver

Durma querido, durma...

Consuma seu pesadelo

O ciclo continua...

Durma querido, durma...

Até o chegar de uma nova era.

The Cycle

Each night, insomnia

Nightmares, no dreams

Numb me through the night

There is nowhere to run

There are no hideaways

This is my life!

I try to run, but I see pain (inside)

I look around, the words revolve, a confusion

Discharge my nerves

I never seen (feel) so much pain

I'm frail, I can't sustain myself

Don't stay (think) like that

Take the pills feel the fall...

I'm consumed by fear

Dominated by something that I’d never can see

Sleep darling, sleep

Consume your nightmare

The cycle continues

Sleep darling, sleep...

Until the arrival of a new era.

Ópera da Noite / Opera of the Night

Ópera da Noite 

Gritos, sussurros, sorrisos

Gente plangente, gente carente

Gente histérica, histericamente sorridente

Gritos, alegria? Tristeza? Agonia? Liberdade!

Assassinatos, homicídios

Gente morrendo, gente nascendo

Gente se libertando!

A noite é o horário mais apropriado para uma ópera

Vamos ouvi-lá?

Opera of the Night

Screams, whispers, smiles

Plangent peoples, needy peoples

Peoples hysterical, hysterically smiling

Screams, happiness? Sadness? Agony? Freedom!

Murders, homicides

People dying, people being born

People be freeing!

The night is the most appropriate time for an opera

Let's hear it?

Anjos de Deus / Angels of God

Anjos de Deus

São portadores de uma bela aparência, donos da “Perfeição”
Se amam, se matam
Se adoram, se destroem
São filhos de Adão e Eva, traidores da confiança divina
Cultivadores da Fruta do Pecado, cultivada no paraíso.

São os mais perfeitos Anjos de Deus,
Seus olhos queimam com a felicidade do próximo,
Usa o sangue de sua própria raça como colírio...
São os Anjos da Morte!

Angels of God

They've a nice appearance, they're the "perfection" owner
They love themselves, they kills themselves
They love themselves, they destructs themselves
They're children of Adam and Eve, traitors of the divine trust
They're cultivators of the fruit of sin, cultivated in paradise

They're the more perfect Angels of God
His eyes burns with happiness of the others
They're use the own blood like collyrium...
They're the Angel of Death!

Adeus / Goodbye

Adeus

Crueldade, covardia, desumanidade.
Somos inocentes, cruéis
Somos bravos, covardes
Somos humanos, desumanos

Somos a mais bela face da morte
Inimigos de nós mesmos
Nós nos destruímos, nós nos devastamos
Não quero ser destruído por uma vaidade
Não quero ver tudo acabar

Eu vou para a eternidade
Fugir de toda esta terrível crueldade
O descanso me espera
Vou dar vida à minha alma, deixar ela vagar.

Adeus crueldade
Adeus covardia
Adeus desumanidade
Adeus fantasia, de ver tudo em paz, um dia.

Adeus... Vida cruel, agora estou no céu!

Não posso ver nada, não posso sentir nada
Estou vagando na escuridão
Me sinto flutuando no caminho da verdade...

... Da eternidade.

Goodbye

Cruelty, cowardly, inhumanity.

We are innocents, cruel

We are brave, cowards

We are humans, inhuman.

We are the most beautiful face of death

Enemies of ourselves

We destruct ourselves, we devastate ourselves

I do not want to be destructed by a vanity

I do not want to see everything over.

I will go to eternity

I will runaway of all this terrible cruelty

The rest waits me

I will give life to my soul, let it wander.

Goodbye cruelty

Goodbye cowardly

Goodbye inhumanity

Goodbye fantasy, of see everything in peace, one day.

Goodbye... Cruel life, now i am in heaven!

I cannot see anything, I cannot feel anything

I am wandering in the darkness

I feel myself floating in the way of truth...

... Of eternity.