Vôo De Icaro - Blasted Mechanism, Marcelo D2

O poeta disse: «A vida é a arte do encontro, apesar de haver tantos

desencontros nela.»

E num desses encontros, num desses encontros eu percebi, eu percebi que…

Que não tem jeito quando bate a parada

Várias portas são abertas de uma longa caminhada

Que por amor a gente vai onde quer

É uma ideia na cabeça e um foguete no pé

E disse

And now we see the light

Coming to us from the dark night

As it gets brighter, fly higher

Like Icarus my wings become fire

É uma ideia na cabeça e um foguete no pé

Take me, take me, take me higher

Soul of love, wings of desire

Take me straight to the core of the fire

Like Icarus my wings become fire

To Icarus, light is a vicious

Instead of flying, he should have taken the bus

Without fuss, without fuss

Singing along, ashem vohu

Vou tirando as roupas, vou ficando nú

Fazendo o caminho na direcção certa

Sinto-me crú quando passo a porta aberta

E tem uma luz só p’ra você

É uma ideia na cabeça e um foguete no pé

Take me, take me, take me higher

Soul of love, wings of desire

Take me straight to the core of the fire

Like Icarus my wings become fire

Vai pagar de santo

Pagar de pecador… o que você vai ser?

O poeta disse: «A vida é a arte do encontro, apesar de haver tantos

desencontros nela.»

E num desses encontros, num desses encontros eu percebi

Que não tem jeito quando bate a parada

Várias portas são abertas de uma longa caminhada

Que por amor a gente vai onde quer

É uma ideia na cabeça e um foguete no pé

Ele disse que o que você faz aqui você paga

A antena 'tá ligada e o receptor aqui é você

Ele disse

And now we see the light

So powerfull we get blind

As we get higher, it gets brighter

Like Icarus my wings become fire

Light is a vicious

Instead of flying we should have taken the bus

Without fuss

Singing along, ashem vohu

Vou tirando as roupas, vou ficando nú

Take me, take me, take me higher

Soul of love, wings of desire

Take me straight to the core of the fire

Like Icarus my wings become fire (x2)

E não tem jeito quando bate a parada

Várias portas são abertas de uma longa caminhada

Que por amor a gente vai onde quer

É uma ideia na cabeça e um foguete no pé

The poet said: «Life is the art of the encounter, despite there are so many

disagreements in it.”

And in one of these meetings, in one of these meetings, I realized, I realized that...

That there's no way when it hits the stop

Several doors are opened from a long walk

That for love we go wherever we want

It's an idea in your head and a rocket in your foot

And said

And now we see the light

Coming to us from the dark night

As it gets brighter, fly higher

Like Icarus my wings become fire

It's an idea in your head and a rocket in your foot

Take me, take me, take me higher

Soul of love, wings of desire

Take me straight to the core of the fire

Like Icarus my wings become fire

To Icarus, light is a vicious

Instead of flying, he should have taken the bus

Without fuss, without fuss

Singing along, ashem vohu

I'm taking off my clothes, I'm getting naked

Making the way in the right direction

I feel raw when I walk through the open door

And there's a light just for you

It's an idea in your head and a rocket in your foot

Take me, take me, take me higher

Soul of love, wings of desire

Take me straight to the core of the fire

Like Icarus my wings become fire

You will pay

Paying for a sinner... what are you going to be?

The poet said: «Life is the art of the encounter, despite there are so many

disagreements in it.”

And in one of these meetings, in one of these meetings, I realized

That there's no way when it hits the stop

Several doors are opened from a long walk

That for love we go wherever we want

It's an idea in your head and a rocket in your foot

He said that what you do here you pay

The antenna is on and the receiver here is you

He said

And now we see the light

So powerfull we get blind

As we get higher, it gets brighter

Like Icarus my wings become fire

Light is vicious

Instead of flying we should have taken the bus

without fuss

Singing along, ashem vohu

I'm taking off my clothes, I'm getting naked

Take me, take me, take me higher

Soul of love, wings of desire

Take me straight to the core of the fire

Like Icarus my wings become fire (x2)

And there's no way when it hits the stop

Several doors are opened from a long walk

That for love we go wherever we want

It's an idea in your head and a rocket in your foot