Late at night – waiting for the dawn
Scary whistles in the night...
Pretend I have a peace of mind
Even though it's fake...
I'm kind of haunted by some cries
Moving steps I hear – seems its not too far
Still the whistles sounding loud...
Numb I have no place to hide
I cant find a place
Where I can run from all those cries
Walking in circles –
Such a maze in which I'm crawling
Theres so far I see a red flame in the wild
Would it be a spell from the curupira?
I am lost it's driving me mad
Is it a trick from my head or is it in there?
Suddenly it has drifted in shade