There’s a foreign land
In the middle of nowhere
Flat hills take the sun
As a wild puma on the run
There is a jungle on the front
And rivers on the back
Swamps all around us
And lakes with white sand

Suddenly
A storm comes in
The streets turn into rivers
And my heart begins to sing:

Chorus:
Jump on my back, baby relax
Let me be your man
I’ll carry you all the way
So the water won’t wash you away
Jump on my back, baby relax
Without you there’s no sense
You make me strong along the road
San Bernardino, we’re going home.

In een zonnig of nat dag.
Laten we gaan naar de strand
We gaan ver weg te reizen
Ik heb de grijze Palio autorijden

We gaan naar de zee te zien
het geluid van de radio is Queen
Wij voelen blij en vrij
Dit is een mooie tijd

Nederlanders en Brazilianen
gaat snel door the weg
berg na berg

Nederlanders en Brazilianen
na het zwemmen
na het drinken

Erg moe na al
Nederlanders en Brazilianen
In het Palio, thuiskomen.

quem sou eu e o que vai ser amanhã?
ficar velho, pobre, consciente da dor

nada acumulei a não ser experiências
nada planejei a não ser o presente
nada serei a não ser eu mesmo

a cada dia que acordo sinto o tempo passar
tem um fim, mas nunca dá pra antecipar
em meus planos futuros não há sonho ou esperança
apenas um vazio escuro ou uma angústia insana

alegrias irracionais
apagadas por temores reais
a verdade nua e crua
é uma flor delicada e espinhuda

escravo da realidade
dependente da falsidade
fantasias ou mentiras?
incapacidade ou ingenuidade

uma criança que não cresceu
um velho que não se esqueceu
um adulto inútil no mundo real
vampirizado pelo mal

incapaz de se proteger e lutar
frágil ou covarde, difícil de se avaliar
tudo tão normal e passageiro
que se repete o tempo inteiro

num piscar de olhos tudo acabou
no tempo em que a estupidez paralisou
pensar e sonhar
mudar sem sair do lugar
caminhar e caminhar
sentar e descansar
suar
gritar e chorar
o quê procurar?
ter fé que vai chegar e encontrar
deixar acontecer sem interferir e apenas ser
e nunca saber se é melhor viver sem ter motivo pra morrer
ou simplesmente parar, dormir e nunca mais acordar
e quem sabe um dia voltar a sonhar sem ter nada para concretizar

no paraguai é só pagar
casou assinou beijou comemorou
agora estou casado, enamorado
no papel, no calor
na alegria e na dor
e juntos vamos pra sempre ficar
até a morte nos separar

two questions and a lot of meanings
art is important when have a value
but, what is this value?

Money, at the end.
The artist needs money to live, to produce, to feed his imagination, to realize an idea
This money comes from somewhere, and this money only reach the artist if his art is reaching someone

The artists needs to create something that, in some way, can comunicate with the audience
More audience, more money
more money more art

And the audience will pay for something that they like
Most of the artists put their vision of the world based on their experience of life to create
this creation needs to be seing on the right place
the audience will assimilate this in different ways
most of them needs art to change their own lifes
so, art is very important
and the best artists will be the ones who can provide this to the audience
thats why a lot of artists pay with their own experiences, good or bad, to create something that any regular person can understand and feel in a very simple way. A paint, a song, a poem, and etc. So, you can absorve a lot of things, years of experiences and feelings, just listening to a song.

And this is the value
and this is the money
and this is art
more people enjoying your art
richest you will be
and more art you can create

Need to find a flame or a sparkle
Something strong and new
Nothing out there to make you feel

imagination are the wings
are the ability to breathe beneath
the dreams that makes a human being

Creativity is the most important hability
Be strong and full of energy
this way we can control time

We can see our life through our constructions
material, the nature transformed, shaped

thats what a real man is
we build, we create
we exist