we're all born migrants

This is so true, so deep and so beautiful. It has such sound richness that I prefer just to listen without the video. You choose..

A regra não nos carrega nem faz de nós excepções Terra cega Terra em transe Somos a ruga no mapa o vento fora do rumo a fuga fora da rota o vento fora do rumo As mãos apalpam o céu e crescem asas nos pés De lés a lés caminhantes Ó vida que se semeia Todos nascemos migrantes Há quem tenha mesa farta onde a penúria não mata Mar bravio Mar macabro Debaixo do mesmo sol somos filhos da tormenta bastardos em fraca barca com o vento fora do rumo

The rule does not carry us nor makes us exceptions Blind Earth Earth in a trance We are the wrinkle on the map the wind off course the escape off the route the wind off course Hands feel the sky and wings grow on our feet From here to there hikers Oh life that is sown We are all born migrants There are those who have a full table where poverty doesn't kill Rough sea Macabre sea Under the same sun we are children of the storm bastards in a weak boat with the wind off course