Eu

Não era muito, nem era pouco, era o que era, o que deveria ser e sempre foi.
Sou eu mesmo, sempre a desmascarar o real, duvidar do certo e questionar o claro.
Sempre esteve ali, no canto da sala, à mostra para eu ver e acreditar,
Mas o costume acaba por fazer querer ver o falso e inventado... São os calos.
Quem sabe nessa virada eu acabe realmente por renovar e crescer,
Venha o novo, volte o velho e sempre... mais do mesmo.

Wasn't much, wasn't less, was just what was meant to be, should be and aways was.

It's really me, always unmasking the real, doubt the fact and questioning the clear.

I was always there, in the corner, for me to see and believe,

But the habit make us see the fake and made up... it's the calluses.

Maybe in this turn I might really renew and grow,

Come the new, back the old and eternal... more of the same.