How ironic my heart has found home in a foreign language
All the words settle naturally like leaves on a tree
And if they do threat to fall and fly away, it’s easy to catch
It’s easy to keep going, to land comfortably
Not only is this language mine now, it is also the fire in my soul
My way to be seen and heard by the world – whoever wants to listen to my melodic chant
Isn’t it nice? Being at ease in an unknown territory
Being heard by many, understood by few.
Encontro lar numa língua distante, mas meu coração se volta à Mãe
Quão bem posso expressar meu amor em uma outra habitação?
Quantos entendem meu clamor de brasileira entre W’s e Y’s?
Apenas o sotaque do sul e o calor do Nordeste.
But English, oh english, you have me already.
So inherently in me I’d die to be or not to being.
I’d drown in heavy words.
E viver em palavras leves.
rosalua 