Cthaeh

today I caught myself thinking about the world.
about how the world's coming to an end.
about how men's insanity is burning every single leaf up.

and amongst all this rage and madness,
between the flame and flesh consuming each other
as all the world is on fire,

I saw life.
I noticed kindness.
I felt love.

yes, we're all dying, Sophie.
but that's the point of it all.
it's the something else making mankind as special as it is.

we are doomed to failure.
yes, we are indeed.
but why would that change anything at all?

if the house is on fire
if the floor is on fire
if the roof is on fire

it means the flame is coming from the inside.

so as everything turns into dust
smile, laugh and dance
'til your legs and face can no longer be.

ashes to ashes.

bring it out in the dark,
the familiar lack of light in your eyes.
the despair of the children,
the too-well-known brother reflecting on your shadow
tattoed on your heart and living in your head.

the lunatic is all over you
and you can no longer tell the difference
between heaven and hell.

otherwise, it'll be just an illusion
and that's just too good for you.
no, what you're experiencing is real
as real as anything terrific and terrible in this world.

as the hell angel
as the lunar eclipse
as the frozen flame.


nah, you are not the darkness' son.
that's too good for you.
thou art not special, milord.

thou, thou art thy own shine
thou art the darkness itself.

Valar morghulis.

And when the time comes,
I'll accept you.

I'll embrace you.

I'll join you,
my friend.

painting.

embrace chaos.
worship anarchy.
explode the world.
I see lava and fire through the fields...

it is coming.

shine!

Portanto aqui estamos, aqui chegamos.
Depois de muito, muito tentar nos parar,
conseguimos construir um pequeno lugar
lugar de paz e acabo pensando:

que tudo nos deixou mais fortes
que meu amor cresce cada dia mais
que tudo é doce e belo
que o lá fora é mais colorido e o ser é extraordinário.

Como pôde você, rock my world so hard?
Não que duvide de sua pessoa,
mas é que não achei que seria possível.
Ah sim, o clichê não podia faltar,
I'm just an old fashion kind of guy.

Parecia improvável, parecia impossível.
Ó sim, ó sim novamente.
Desta vez o 'não' não há de existir
(e cá encontramos o paradoxo).

Paradoxo que nos une mais e mais
ó minha bela,
cá estamos novamente a dançar.
E desta vez pressinto
que a dança não há de parar.

E eu guio, eu lidero
eu amo e amo e amo.
Três vezes como os irlandeses...
Para dar sorte!

Pois és meu pote de ouro no fim do arco-íris.