All These Days
Caio Braga / Clélio Lemos
The days go by
And we grow older
For those who live
It does not matter
Is the price we pay
For being afraid to walk away
We have nothing
To lose
Is there anything more confusing
Than our death?
Even if we have a strong faith
Sorry dear but love is fleeting
No good what you're talking
In all these days
We were happy
- In the happy times -
But listen what I say
Everything is temporary
Only does not change is our
Powerful mind
(Repeat)
