The River
Robertinho Brant, Marcelo Sarkis
A river will carve a new course
Each time it’s refrained from fate
Later it gets to the sea
It wants no more than lay in bed
Its own bed
Each time people need a new source
The river will give for man’s sake
Naked as if a servant
Who stares straight, their soul reflects
Men are mad
Never flows the same river
Tears on fire will drop
Never flows the same river
Tears on fire remain