The blues of blue

As luzes feriam-lhe os olhos
Vermelhas, intensas, gritantes, suspensas

Up there is just a sea of possibilities
There is no sea but the sea
Up there is a wall of possibilities
There is no keeper but the key

Rodava, e rodava, e rodava
E ria, ria muito e ria alto
E chorava, e cantava
E as lágrimas tinham o gosto do sangue

The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry

Ninguém,
ninguém ouviu aquele choro, aquele grito.
Acordou.