Paroles et traduction Paula Fernandes - Água No Bico

Água No Bico

Melhor ser água de mar
Do que ser água de poço
Água parada dá bicho
Mexe na água, seu moço

Tem gente que não se move
É devagar, quase parando
Deixa a vida estagnada
Tá dormindo acordada
Nem vê que ela tá passando

Parece que a moda agora
É ficar se consumindo
A mesma mente que cria
Acaba se destruindo

Nosso planeta precisa
Que o homem seja humano
O que será de seus filhos
Se a terra corre perigo
E a água tá acabando?

Já sinto falta de ar
Só de pensar no futuro
Poluição e descaso
Fazem fumaça de tudo

Aquilo que era um céu
Virou um espaço imundo
Dá tristeza de dizer
O que eu gostava de ver
Virou portal pro fim do mundo

Um ditado popular
Preste atenção no que eu digo
Na mata que pega fogo
Tiziu leva água no bico

Ele sabe que sozinho
Vai fazer a diferença
Levando devagarinho
Pouca água no biquinho
Curador da consciência

Eu fiz essa moda agora
Pra tocar seu sentimento
A natureza é passiva
Mas cobra em algum momento

Se a gente tivesse asa
Fosse igual ao passarinho
Tinha vergonha na cara
Enchia o bico de água
E não queimava o próprio ninho

Water Like a Bird

It's better to be ocean water
Than to be well water
Stagnant water breeds disease
Stir up the water, man

There are people who don't move
They're slow, almost like they're standing still
They let life pass them by
They're asleep while they're awake
They don't see that it's passing them by

It seems like the fashion nowadays
Is to be consumed by yourself
The same mind that creates
Ends up destroying itself

Our planet needs
For man to be human
What will become of his children
If the earth is in danger
And the water is running out?

I already feel breathless
Just thinking about the future
Pollution and negligence
Making smoke out of everything

What once was a sky
Has become an unclean space
It's sad to say
What I used to love to see
Has become a portal to the end of the world

A popular saying
Pay attention to what I'm saying
In the forest that catches fire
The wren brings water in its beak

He knows that alone
He will make a difference
Carrying slowly
Little water in its beak
Curative awareness

I wrote this song now
To touch your feelings
Nature is passive
But it will demand at some point

If we had wings
If we were like a little bird
We would be ashamed
We would fill our beaks with water
And not burn our own nest