Uma parte minha
Perdida em um oceano de duvidas.
Enquanto cem tormentas chegam
Para aniquilar a mente.
É noite de sonhos vagos,
Convulsões violentas,
É noite...
Tarde para recordações.
Uma parte minha esquecida,
Abandonada para sempre
No campo santo,
No jardim dos mortos.
Esvai-se o sentimento cristalino
Sem mácula,
Assim como os espíritos infantis.
Dilui na nascente
O que antes era insolúvel e eterno
Em nosso julgamento.
Uma parte minha não sei como
Ficou para trás,
Perdida em curvas acidentais,
Esquecida em alguma parte escura da memoria.
É muito tarde
Para alimentar remorsos,
É muito tarde
Para desculpas depois do caos.
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Forgotten Fragments
A part of me
Lost in an ocean of doubts.
While a hundred torments arrive
To annihilate the mind.
It's a night of vague dreams,
Violent convulsions,
It's night...
Too late for recollections.
A forgotten part of me,
Abandoned forever
In the holy ground,
In the garden of the dead.
The crystalline feeling
Without blemish,
Fades away, just like infant spirits.
What was once insoluble and eternal
In our judgment, dissolves in the spring.
A part of me
Lost in an ocean of doubts.
While a hundred torments arrive
To annihilate the mind.
To annihilate the mind.
It's a night of vague dreams,
Violent convulsions,
It's night...
Too late for recollections.
A forgotten part of me,
Abandoned forever
In the holy ground,
In the garden of the dead.
The crystalline feeling
Without blemish,
Fades away, just like infant spirits.
What was once insoluble and eternal
In our judgment, dissolves in the spring.
A part of me, I don't know how,
Was left behind,
Lost in accidental curves,
Forgotten in some dark part of memory.
It's too late
To feed remorse,
It's too late
To feed remorse,
It's too late
For apologies after the chaos.
A part of me
Lost in an ocean of doubts.
While a hundred torments arrive
To annihilate the mind.
It's a night of vague dreams,
Violent convulsions,
It's night...
Too late for recollections.
A forgotten part of me,
Abandoned forever
In the holy ground,
In the garden of the dead.
The crystalline feeling
Without blemish,
Fades away, just like infant spirits.
What was once insoluble and eternal
In our judgment, dissolves in the spring.
A part of me, I don't know how,
Was left behind,
Lost in accidental curves,
Forgotten in some dark part of memory.
It's too late
To feed remorse,
It's too late
For apologies after the chaos.
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