Quando a Gente Ouve - English Version III
"They say it will fade, Those heavy burdens you bear, The pain that lingers, The sorrow that hangs in the air. "It shall pass," they whisper, As if time could mend, The grief in your chest, With a promise, my friend. They claim your joy isn't yours, Nor the love that you crave, Just fragments of moments, Like leaves in the wave. "It shall pass," they repeat, But why must they hide The truth of our struggles, And the tears that we’ve cried? As shadows of heartache Dance slow in the night, Why can't they just tell us What’s wrong and what’s right? For though it may pass, In the twilight's soft hue, It’s the truth we seek, And in that, we rise too. In the grief that we cradle, the love that we nurture, Are we, not fragments of moments, a beau...