Ivan Lins - Aos nossos filhos (To our children, 잔잔, 애잔, 슬픔, 순수, 피아노, 오케스트라)

Forgive us our grim face
Forgive us for the lack of embrace
Forgive us for the lack of space
The days where like this

Forgive us for the many dangers
Forgive us for the lack of shelter
Forgive us for the lack of friends
The days where like this

Forgive us for the lack of leaves
Forgive us for the lack of air
Forgive us for the lack of choice
The days where like this

And when they wipe it out
And when they cut the cords
And when they unbuckle the safety belts
Throw a party for me

When they wash away the sorrow
When they wash the soul
When they wash the water
Wash your eyes for me

When the flowers blossom
When the forests grow back
When they pick the fruits
Tell their taste to me..

Tell their taste to me..