Perry Blake & Alma Novaes

 

Prayer and destiny

Fly free, 

Quench the wings of heaven,

Fly, the world is atheist 

And you, my love, 

so ageless.

Fly baby fly

Away from the shackles

That the eyes that see you 

Be those of the crowds

Fly my crazy bird

Falcon, eagle, love higher

That the world wants you happy

Pay no attention to witches

Wide weird visions

You were not born for the cross.

Come, my dear, flat

That nowhere holds you

Ostracize yourself between walls!

I already see you on my windrow,

Embroidered from memory

that I have of your affection,

I drew the cloud

To be by my side

Your heart was born free.

That no one puts you in the ceiling

Stirrup, brake,

May no one make you a nest

and peace be to you,

You were born to be a poet

Come on love, fly with me

I beg you, do not delay

It dusts you, lifts you up and shakes you

This comet tail

That heaven awaits you 

In prayer

Together in reconstruction 

of peace, 

in the nodes of destiny,

on a full flight.