Messengers

Patrícia Scoralick

Compositor: Patrícia Scoralick

Don't try to describe me
And don't think you can understand me
It's simple, yet so far, far away, who knows?
Sit by the riverbank
Be capable of observing

Everything around is speaking for me
They are messengers of my folly, and perhaps
You'll see me in the waters
Who knows? The sounds
Might be able to carry you
To where I am going

There are things with no rudder to guide them
Trying to pull me further and further from a past
That, for me, has already been erased
So many anesthetics, I don't even know
Where such pain comes from anymore
My love, where are you?

I still remember a smile of yours
I wasn't so alone, it seemed like life
Had a different meaning, a different color, it had love
From the window of my cold, strange room, I see
That the world outside is no longer
Mine, nor yours

I don't want to understand
Just know where that dazzling color went, the one we radiated
When we walked the streets of the empty city
Because my heart still beats
Without yours

When I look at that river
I can smell
The vastness of my own emptiness
It stayed with me, but
I no longer know who I used to be
All that's left is to observe

Everything around is speaking for you
They are messengers of your folly, and perhaps
I'll see you in the waters
Who knows? The sounds

Might be able to carry me to where you
Are going
Everything around is speaking for us
Everything around is speaking for us
They are messengers, and perhaps
We'll meet in the waters
Who knows? The sounds
Might be able to carry us
To where we are Going?