We shall get over

We shall get over


We shall get over
I am getting tricky babe
Push the trigger
I felt the river singing for us
I have trapped the image as well this moment
Spell it my sweet last words
And pull the trigger

We shall get it over
We shall get it over
We shall get solved

I am getting old babe
The seconds are passing by me
The time to flame the aim
It is not my turn again
It is not my guilty
I got all the alcohol liquid

We shall get it over
We shall get it over
We shall get solved

Pack the stones and flowers where I shall live next
Do it without regrets
Lick my skin at last
As long as taste it
As long as we are brave
Put your hands in my heart
Shoot me and go.

Brás Cubas.