Absurdo - Vanessa Da Mata

Havia tanto pra lhe contar

A natureza

Mudava a forma o estado e o lugar

Era absurdo

Havia tanto pra lhe mostrar

Era tão belo

Mas olhe agora o estrago em que está

Tapetes fartos de folhas e flores

O chão do mundo se varre aqui

Essa idéia do natural ser sujo

Do inorgânico não se faz

Destruição é reflexo do humano

Se a ambição desumana o Ser

Essa imagem de infértil deserto

Nunca pensei que chegasse aqui

Auto-destrutivos

Falsas vitimas nocivas?

Havia tanto pra aproveitar

Sem poderio

Tantas histórias, tantos sabores

Capins dourados

Havia tanto pra respirar

Era tão fino

Naqueles rios a gente banhava

Desmatam tudo e reclamam do tempo

Que ironia conflitante ser

Desequilíbrio que alimenta as pragas

Alterado grão, alterado pão

Sujamos rios, dependemos das águas

Tanto faz os meios violentos

Luxúria é ética do perverso vivo

Morto por dinheiro

Cores, tantas cores

Tais belezas

Foram-se

Versos e estrelas

Tantas fadas que eu não vi

Falsos bens, progresso?

Com a mãe, ingratidão

Deram o galinheiro

Pra raposa vigiar

There was so much to tell you

The nature

Changed the shape, the state and the place

It was absurd

There was so much to show you

it was so beautiful

But look now at the damage you are in

Rugs full of leaves and flowers

The floor of the world sweeps here

This idea of ​​the natural being dirty

From inorganic is not done

Destruction is a human reflex

If inhuman ambition Being

This image of infertile desert

I never thought I would get here

self-destructive

False harmful victims?

There was so much to enjoy

no power

So many stories, so many flavors

golden grasses

There was so much to breathe

it was so thin

In those rivers we bathed

Deforest everything and complain about the weather

What a conflicting irony to be

Imbalance that feeds the pests

Changed grain, changed bread

We dirty rivers, we depend on the waters

No matter the violent means

Lust is ethics of the living perverse

dead for money

Colors, so many colors

Such beauties

gone

Verses and stars

So many fairies I haven't seen

False goods, progress?

With the mother, ingratitude

They gave the chicken coop

for the fox to watch