Mirrors devour us, glasses erase us
At night we fall asleep under masses of anxieties
Recounting the hours of passing existence
The balls and the heart, it seems that all this breaks
I will leave few traces, a few words in the margin
Songs on the beach, a bit of sugar in the cup
I turn the earth of memories with a hoe
My childhood is the train of a bride in the mud

If you fold, don't stay, flee this stupid life
Go for a walk, it will be better than the queue at the pump
Find the eye of the cyclone to brave its iris
Unmask the illusion that our dreams feed on
Money and glory are races that exhaust
We don't win thrones without their crowns of thorns
Go far, at random
Offshore, Zanzibar

We take ourselves as luggage even far from our shores
At the other end of the world our mirrors pursue us
No use trying to deceive the invisible
Consciousness, the open eye that visits us at night
I'm not afraid that my dreams will age
Because the heart has no wrinkles, only scars
Stranger to oneself, to the reflection in the glass
To know and love oneself can take a lifetime

I have abandoned the roads a hundred thousand times traveled
I rub against doubts, steep paths
Routines lock me up, kill me, attenuate me
Watchtowers surround me, I run into walls
From my mental prisons, I escape, set sail
May the winds carry us like wooden dhows
May their freshness rush into these white alleys
Where indolent cats take refuge in the shade

We don't lie to mirrors, as much to feign our shadow
We run after glories, we want to make a name for ourselves
To have proof of oneself, that we have been there
So we tag mammoths at night on walls
Tell me, what do you do with the time left to live?
How do we repair ourselves from all that damages us?
Poems of bricks to build domes
And childhood does not leave, it is my phantom pain

I drift in reveries from dusk to dawn
Going around the clock for a few pretty words
Bright stars in the chaos of dogs
A few specks of star dust in a pile of garbage
We must search within ourselves for what our soul contains
Prayers, mantras, what life teaches
Before our bodies give way like statues of salt
Let's dance under the lights of the sky

(Eh yo, I dream my friend)
(Stone Town Stone Town)
(Eh yo, I dream my friend)
(Stone Town Stone Town)
(Eh yo, I dream my friend)
(Stone Town Stone Town)
(Eh yo, I dream my friend)
(Stone Town Stone Town)

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