Lisbon
(Matos)

Everynight I say a prayer
Look at me: nobody cares
Just a mirror, passing by...
Looked inside:
I've lost my pride!

Stay with me not for so long
It's alright: no needs, no hope
Such a miracle,
looking back...
Times gone by,
and life wasn't bad...!

Lord, light my way
Fill these withered,
careless hands...

Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
Oh, skies are falling down
Skied are falling down

See, the birds are back...
At the docks and everywhere
Here in Lisbon, realized
This whole world
so strange and divine

Lord, light my way
Fill these withered,
careless hands...

Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
Oh, skies are falling down
Skied are falling down


Make Believe
(Bittencourt, Matos)

Sat beside the meadow
Watching weeds agrow
Cleaned up all the ashes
Of my soul

Wrote down my own sentence
Now you take your way
Fades the last remembrance
Of your lovely pretty face

I, after all,
Just a lonely man - a lonely heart!

Working on the future
Floating on fate
Faced the circunstances
Cleared up the shades, so

Make believe
There's no sorrow in your eyes
Can't you see
We could never get back from the start
Minutes waiting, life's been wasted
... maybe I wanna die some other day
Hear the whispers of your hope
The answer wasn't told
No, don't laugh seeing me cry
The end I've left behind
(... the whispers of your hope are left behind!)

Make believe
There's no sorrow in your eyes
Can't you see
We could never get back from the start
Minutes waiting, life's been wasted

And I've tried,
Maybe you deny
Words of peace
For the future of our lives
Bring to me
Something else than a broken heart
I won't wait 'till my life is wasted
... maybe I wanna die some other day


Angels Cry
(Matos, Bittencourt)

So, time is waiting
Now overloaded
See, weeping eyes
Let me alone

Angels crying
Back to the war
Angels dying
Rest in their fall

Come to me, try to see
future is not what you wished it to be

'cos everyday seems the same
To the whole mankind

So why still you're standing on the field all your life...
sowing the seeds that'll never grow
season won't end 'till the fine grains harvest comes
We're waiting for the dawn..
The change must start right now!

Oh, scars are fading
seeds now may grown
feeding no more lies
raising as the sun

Angels are crying and dying
for holy chants of
fareweel to kings
overthrown by the purpose light

Nobody ships when the glimpse
of your target comes behind you,
Like steps of the pilgrims unshined!