O livro dos dias [English translation]

Absent the grace once cultivated

I notice the indifferent mechanism

That insists in rescuing without trust

The essence of the then sacred crime

My heart doesn't want to

Let my body rest

And your inverse desire is an old friend

Since I always have it by my side

Today then you accept by name

What of perfect you deliver but it’s too late

It would only work for the two that try

If still drunken by hunger

Exact is your forgiveness and your age

The pardon you took as a blessing

Don't hide your sadness from me

Everyone moves apart when the world is wrong

When what we have is a catalog of mistakes

When we need affection

Strength and caring

This is the book of flowers

This is the book of destiny

This is the book of our days

This is the day of our loves

• Artist:Legião Urbana
• Album:A Tempestade ou O Livro dos Dias