Ainda é cedo amor
Mal começaste a conhecer a vida
Já anuncias a hora da partida
Sem saber mesmo o rumo que irás tomar
Preste atenção querida
Embora saiba que estás resolvida
Em cada esquina cai um pouco a tua vida
Em pouco tempo não serás mais o que és
Ouça-me bem amor
Preste atenção, o mundo é um moinho
Vai triturar teus sonhos tão mesquinhos
Vai reduzir as ilusões à pó.
- Excuse me. - Excuse me.
Hey. Could we do that again?
I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know?
I mean, it's like we go through life...
with our antennas bouncing off one other,
continuously on ant autopilot,
with nothing really human required of us.
Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there.
All action basically for survival.
All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along...
in an efficient, polite manner.
" Here's your change." " Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?"
"You want ketchup with that?"
I don't want a straw. I want real human moments.
I want to see you. I want you to see me.
I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be an ant, you know?