See the lines in the broken glass
She wore a face just like a mask
The sewers are empty except for the rats
She wore a face just like a mask
Buildings broken, littered in trash
Blackish bruises covered in ash
The silent benefit of instant cash
She wore a face just like a mask
I don't know what you have done
And you have dried all my fears up
I don't know what distant star
You came from but I'm dreaming of
In the hollow trees, in the valleys and shacks
To the big black smoke and the huddlled mass
That's for you right, beginning, middle and end
History my love, a god unfair
I don't know what you have done
And you have dried all my fears up
I don't know what distant star
I know ooh I know I'm dreaming of
Artist: Hermeto Pascoal
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