Expressão Ativa - O beck está queimando

My mind goes to sleep, my eyelids start to weigh
my words are slow, even I couldn't hear
the feeling that gave me that in my back carrying all the weight of the soul
walking alone my thoughts were lost in the air ...

The beck is burning smoke rises
I have the impression is hearing voices
stopped on the road I wonder
to where this path is leading me
the body sleeps the mind floats
I lift up my hands make a pray
the beck comes to an end sit on the sidewalk
I was behind the Paradise and I found nothing,
I found nothing.

Green was born burning smoke fading (and I traveling on the road)
I sat on the sidewalk smiling (about senseless things)
When I called (will see) the night had come
and madness was just (can believe) just beginning
the way I saw many people burning
from above and one can see us
of this dark life can protect us
without we at least know, without realize
the dark streets found themselves
if people with different dreams and in the future will become the most
desired reality, but unfortunately others will never see their dreams realized, life is just made ​​of dreams is what keeps us alive conscious or unconscious but always running
behind something more

The beck is burning smoke rises
I have the impression is hearing voices
stopped on the road I wonder
to where this path is leading me
the body sleeps the mind floats
I lift up my hands make a pray
the beck comes to an end sit on the sidewalk
I was behind the Paradise and I found nothing,
I found nothing.

My mind is numb, did not realize how much I screamed
with the explosion of whore that illuminated our village Flavia ...

Rolling a joint crew with the brothers present without
confusion Cruzeirinho flower village and goes and whoever northwest and Eldorado canaries heart teams each with their shirt with pride
only to finish a beer at the Carlinho's bar ...

The beck is burning smoke rises
I have the impression is hearing voices
stopped on the road I wonder
to where this path is leading me
the body sleeps the mind floats
I lift up my hands make a pray
the beck comes to an end sit on the sidewalk
I was behind the Paradise and I found nothing,
I found nothing.

The hours go by sleep will come my eyes are slowly closing in upon my last puff and I sit on the sidewalk behind the paradise and not found anything ....

The body floats numbs the mind I raise my hands make a pray
Beck comes to an end, I sit on the sidewalk I went to heaven no no no ... not found anything not found anything ...