Victor Requião

Sometimes it must disappear,
Even if it's right in front of you.
It doesn't matter,
I might be quite right here...

Oh, can't you see?
It's the rise, turning around
Hear our sound!

I know it had a chance
Let's do it and change it all again,
Hold my hand, give me a second dance!

Don't stop holding firm,
It's amazing how we can turn
A trembling flame, that's what we became...