I'm from Brazil. Could you help me by pre-saving it? English Translation: I woke up trying to convince my chest That forgetting your name was just a matter of time But some memories learn the way back Even when the door says: “it’s not open” I used to be the type who smiled for no reason Today I distrust even what I feel Those who break learn the price of silence And the echo of a hug lasts longer than a moment I keep collecting almosts, Photos without captions and promises That the smoke took out the window Out the window If life charges dearly, why sell A cheap dream just to charge double later? Without caution Without caution I keep collecting almosts, Photos without captions and promises That the smoke took out the window Out the window If life charges dearly, why sell A cheap dream just to charge double later? Without caution Without cautionmore

Brazilian artist, Translated lyrics: So let it play That sad guitar in the back of the room My pain turns into monetized tracks Just to see if someone finds themselves In the pain I never used to talk about I walked down a brightly lit avenue Felt emptier than I did before the money Money can buy escape, but it can't buy peace I'd rather spend the late night writing songs in bed I don't want to become that soulless guy Who trades feelings for status and fame I write because sometimes breathing isn't enough The mind becomes a labyrinth when the night goes by The smoke on the ceiling draws my fears Every lap I take, I still hear advice Don't lose yourself trying to save the whole world I'm focused, busy trying to save myself In the passenger seat she smokes and stares at me Asks if this plant can heal a wounded soul I speed up without saying a word Some wounds only heal with time Because when the night gets heavy No one feels the pain the current carries away I pretend I'm at peace, but my mind won't slow down I want peace, but my soul is still at war So let it play That sad guitar in the back of the room My pain turns into monetized tracks Just to see if someone finds themselves In the pain I never used to talk about I walked down a brightly lit avenue Felt emptier than I did before the money Money can buy escape, but it can't buy peace I'd rather spend the late night writing songs in bed I don't want to become that soulless guy Who trades feelings for status and fame I write because sometimes breathing isn't enough The mind becomes a labyrinth when the night goes by The smoke on the ceiling draws my fears Every lap I take, I still hear advice Don't lose yourself trying to save the whole world I'm focused, busy trying to save myself In the passenger seat she smokes and stares at me Asks if this plant can heal a wounded soul I speed up without saying a word Some wounds only heal with time Because when the night gets heavy No one feels the pain the current carries away I pretend I'm at peace, but my mind won't slow down I want peace, but my soul is still at warmore

Amidst fame, seduction, and the nightlife vibe, the artist turns street experiences into striking verses. The track portrays intense encounters, displays of wealth, and the hardened mindset of someone staying focused on the hustle and the pursuit of the money.more