Braddigan - Sweet Uncertain

Especial.
A incerteza que nos mantém vivos e nos torna mágicos.

Special.
The uncertainty that keeps us alive and makes us magical.

"I surrender, I'm surrounded by my mind
and as the white flag gently waves,
it spirits me away
I raise my hands, because i cannot wake my voice
I'm hemmed in once again, by the sweet uncertain.

In the palm of your hand
I will not fall, can not fall once again
In the palm of your hand
I will not fall, cannot fall again

I surrender, I'm outnumbered in the fight
I myself can no longer lead the right.
I, I raise my hands, because i cannot wake my voice
I'm hemmed in once again, by the sweet uncertain.

In the palm of your hand
I will not fall, cannot fall again
In the palm of your hand
I will not fall, cannot fall again

Won't you come and fill this place

I surrender, I'm surrounded by my mind
and as the white flag gently waves,
it spirits me away..."