(A Liberdade é Azul)
Um mergulho, uma sensação de estar isolada em si. Essa falsa liberdade, esse construir nada a partir do vazio. Mas a música continua a ser tocada na sua cabeça. De nada adianta o mergulho. “É preciso agarrar-se a alguma coisa“. Até mesmo para se afastar do azul do mundo… Tela preta.
Show a view to someone who chose to live his whole life in cave
He’ll raise his arms to protect his eyes from learning
And the blindness to which he belongs
This time it’s me, it’s me
Cascades of chances i’ll just let them be
The unfamiliar is right below our eyes
Don’t look for what we know
The unfamiliar is right below our eyesBut freedom, freedom never greater than its owner
Freedom is the mastery of the known
Freedom, freedom never greater than its owner
No view is wider than the eye(Kings of Convenience – Freedom and Its Owner)
