Uma vez eu tive uma ilusão
E não soube o que fazer
Não soube o que fazer
Com ela
Não soube o que fazer
E ela se foi
Porque eu a deixei
Por que eu a deixei?
Não sei
Eu só sei que ela se foi

Mi corazón desde entonces
La llora diario
No portão
Por ella no supe que hacer
y se me fue
Porque la deje
¿Por que la deje?
No sé
Solo sé que se me fue

Sei que tudo o que eu queria
Deixei tudo o que eu queria
Porque não me deixei tentar
Vivê-la feliz

É a ilusão de que volte
O que me faça feliz
Faça viver

Por ella no supe que hacer
Y se me fue
Porque la deje
¿Por que la deje?
No sé
Solo sé que se me fue

Sei que tudo o que eu queria
Deixei tudo o que eu queria
Porque não me deixei tentar
Viver-la feliz

Sei que tudo o que eu queria
Deixei tudo o que eu queria
Porque no me dejo
Tratar de hacerla feliz

Porque la deje
¿Por que la deje?
No sé
Solo sé que se me fue…

And I can see
This well is sweet
With jasmine and
Citrus and clove
Incensed
Warm and moist
As summer fruit
And breathing the
Mist of audacity
Dashing young
Starlets and
Piglets and clowns
Running through
Mud and water
And grasslands
And vines
In this secret safari
Where senses resound
Pick your own Jacaranda
To shade yourself now.

We are exploring
And we are not lost
And we know that
The journey is located
At the end and
Beginning, but
Middle most of all.
In the veins
In the interim
In the warmest core
Of flesh
Middle most of all
Middle most of all.

And I can see
This well is sweet
Ripe and running
And closer to you
I will master
The perfect emotion.

How washed away, abandoned
How desolate and saddened
The empty vial is left
Once elixirs are gone.

But what of love you say?
What of the love we made?
Well, I don’t know about you
But I know I keep mine

Set in stone
Set in sunshine
Etched in lifelines
Stained in my bones

Set in stone
Set in sunshine
Caught in my veins
And viscera

Where the heart
is born
Is where love is
set in stone.

Why
Is Rome taken for granted?
We tear it down in one day
We burn it to the ground.

Why
We stop the Tiber running
We dam it all, we pillage
The bane of our existence
Until there’s nothing left.

But what of love you say?
What of the love we made?
Well, I don’t know about you
But I know I keep mine

Set in stone
Set in sunshine
Etched in lifelines
Stained in my bones

Set in stone
Set in sunshine
Caught in my veins
And viscera

Where the heart
is born
Is where love is
set in stone.

My
Of all the touches, something
Of every warm embrace
We keep but barely an
Instance of heat
Somewhere inside.

But what of love you say?
What of the love we made?
Well, I don’t know about you
But I know I keep mine.

I realise we’ve been going at it

For a long time now

Oh Sputnik

We’ve been around and steady

For a pretty while now

And I love what I have seen

And the randomness of where I’ve been

But I can chalk it up to atrophy

And escapism and symmetry

So what now,

When my brain is begging

For some majesty?

What now?

How can I cancel this lobotomy?

What now?

I used to have the world’s wisdom in me,

But I’ve

Allowed myself to rest

Yes

I’ve allowed myself to rest

Oh Sputnik

This test run’s taken

course and results input

Oh Sputnik

The mission’s long gone

Now we’re tracking stardust

And I’ve sank my teeth in bone

Memories fire up how I’ve grown

But I can chalk it up to constancy

And stoicism and quandary.

So what now,

When my brain is begging

For some majesty?

What now?

How can I cancel my illiteracy?

What now?

I used to have the world’s pearls in me,

But I’ve

Allowed myself to rest

Yes

I’ve allowed myself to rest

Takes a new soul to make you want things harder

Takes a new loss to make you divide and conquer

Takes a new blast to make one reconsider

These orbits, options, functions, and triggers.

Takes a new love to keep your passions charging

Takes a new map to better inform the path

Takes a new burst to shake up this cosmos

And stars, galaxies of takers and givers.

Oh Sputnik

I realise we’ve been losing it

For a long time now

Oh Sputnik

We’ve been around and coasting

For a sad while now

And I curse this fetid rut

And claim each day to have had enough

But I chalk it up to captivity

And run-of-mill insurgency.

So what now,

When my circuits are begging

For some majesty?

What now?

How can I cancel this despondency?

What now?

I used to have the sun’s appeal with me,

But I’ve

Allowed myself to rest

Oh Sputnik

I

Can’t allow myself to rest

Oh Sputnik