كلمات Fartura dos Súcias (remix) (English Version) (Live)

The mirage shines bright, a promise of a glass floor When the shortcut is the only path and effort is forgotten A lavish feast on a table, no one took the trouble to plant Water in the jug carried without breaking a sweat But the sandcastle cannot withstand the wind that keeps on blowing Those who live a lie forget to be someone It is the utopia of glitter, the banquet without the sowing Sailing on a mirror-like sea, the deepest void within the chest It is the harvest of nothing, the seed that never took root In this fairy tale, it was the sweat that failed The easy life is a mirage The Sun scorches what isn't real At the end of the journey, sand is the final destination Sand is your end The hand that never felt silent, now begs alms of the wind Lost time cannot be bought back with lament The gleam of brass cannot quench the thirst of one who seeks gold Abundance without roots is not wealth, but disgrace The shortcut steals your strength, the path teaches you how to be In the utopia of luck, no one learns how to live It is the utopia of glitter, the banquet without the sowing Sailing on a mirror-like sea, the deepest void within the chest It is the harvest of nothing, the seed that never took root In this fairy tale, it was the sweat that failed The easy life is a mirage The Sun scorches what isn't real At the end of the journey, sand is the final destination Sand is your end Thanks, Claudio Fontenelle! Abundance without effort is nothing but sand The Sun shows no mercy to those who don't know what it means to sweat Sand is your end! Sand is your end!