Tunel [English translation]

The Tunnel

Chorus:

Imagine

we were less complicated.

I were less me. You were less you.

Change yourself so we can meet at a point.

But then, who will those people be?

End of Chorus

It is not nice to descend into a man.

Slippery steps, spikes and clammy air.

Let me tell you a word about the end of the tunnel.

What are those lights that pathos piffles about.

If there is a light, there is the end of the tunnel.

If there is the end there is somebody standing there.

The irony is, he is looking from there at where you are,

fucked up just like you. And he thinks you are the light.

And then he starts. And then you start.

And there is happiness when a candle meets a candle.

And when they disappear, when ice gets into bones.

in the dark you can only feel difference and resentment under your hands.

And stealthily, you look over your shoulder.

You imagine a red carpet at your end of the tunnel.

And little by little, you miss yourself more and more.

You despise the weakness gluing your skins together.

And then you start. And then the time.

And there is happiness when you anchor within yourself.

And then you realise, you fucked up the destiny:

it is not you any more, it is only the change.

Chorus:

Imagine

we were less complicated.

I were less me. You were less you.

Change yourself so we can meet at a point.

But then, who will those people be?

Tonight, you are flirty somewhere. Everyone desires you. You are happy nowhere.

And in fact, we are both still in the middle of the tunnel.

Come on, fuck it all. Brake down.

And be...

• Artist:Marčelo