"From Moon to Moon" tells the story of a wild journey, full of problems and unexpected twists — the kind of trip that had everything to go wrong, but in the end, turned out just right. That classic lucky break of a streetwise soul. And what a trip it was!

From Moon to Moon

Seventeen o’clock, I’m rushing through the street,
Time is running fast, and I can feel the heat.
Heading to Black River — this I can’t miss,
Old friends to see again, so much life in this bliss...
From moon to moon, I’m drifting all the while,
Chasing fleeting pleasure with a half-lost smile.

Doors that open softly, we don’t even see,
Paths we never chose become our destiny.
I’ll live this life — through heaven or through hell,
Body wrapped in blues, in some enchanted spell...
From moon to moon, disturbed by light so wild,
A haunting gleam, both tender and beguiled.

Wandering all day long, with no one to embrace,
Washing dishes, early rising — fading in this race.
People lost in dreaming, acting unaware,
While time slips through the cracks, so much left hanging there.

I go to Black River, where my soul can breathe,
Keep the fire burning, live on edge, beneath.
Make love to the moon, erupt with volcanoes' flame,
On holy Friday nights — new blood, sweet shame...

I don’t know it all, still so much to learn,
From bright, wild dreams to cliffs I’ll never return.
The light of Black River makes each day unique,
Full moon in the night — instincts on mystique...

From moon to moon, I float without a care,
In this cosmic blaze of stardust in the air...

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De lua à lua conta a historia de uma viagem muito louca, cheia de problemas e imprevistos, que tinha tudo pra dar errado e no final deu certo. A famosa sorte do malandro. E que viagem!

De Lua à Lua

Dezessete horas, vou saindo apressado;
O tempo ta passando, eu to ficando preocupado;
Vou pra Black River, essa não posso perder;
Rever os meus amigos, tanta coisa pra viver...
Vou de Lua à Lua, o tempo inteiro..
A procura do prazer....
As portas que se abrem, sem a gente perceber;
Os caminhos decididos, escolhidos sem saber
Vou viver a vida no inferno ou na cruz
O corpo adormecido, envolvido nesse blues...
Vou de Lua à Lua, perturbado com brilhos dessa luz...
Ando o dia inteiro, sem ter a quem amar;
Lavo louça, acordo cedo, minha vida a se acabar
As pessoas delirando, fingem nada acontecer;
E o tempo se esgotando, tanta coisa pra fazer;
Vou pra Black River, lá eu posso ser feliz;
Manter a chama acesa, viver sempre por um “triz”;
Fazer amor com a lua e trepar com um vulcão;
Na sexta feira santa, sangue novo e perdição...
Eu não sei de tudo, tenho muito a aprender
Dos sonhos coloridos, dos abismos a esquecer
A luz de Black River, cada dia especial
A noite a lua cheia, seus instintos, coisa e tal...
Vou de Lua à Lua, flutuando 
Nessa pira espacial....     

From Moon to Moon (De Lua à Lua)

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From Moon to Moon (De Lua à Lua)

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