Festival da Canção 2025:
Tota - "á-tê-xis"

á-tê-xis

Down, up, punch, turn
Punch, hit, turn

A species
Was in the process of expanding
It made the heart count, ouch
It doesn't curse when it falls
Or says goodbye when it goes

Encrypted
Where the sacred is buried
Between zeros and ones
(Metaphors)
We've run out of metaphors
(The machines)
Now the machines learn
(Machines, machines…)

Generation what?
You see the Greek alphabet to know
That to learn something
Must first be lived

Come the ATX
Before chalk
In broad strokes
The actor becomes an apprentice
Man, I just hope
That you'll be happy
In this sadness of
Having no root

Down, up, punch, turn
Punch, hit, turn
Punch, hit, turn
High and stop the byte
High and stop the byte
High and stop the byte
High and stop

ATX comes
Before the chalk (before the chalk)
Tell me I can still create
Man, if this is a fear of not making it
The best way to see is still to love

Let's burn the motherboard
Let's let the strays go
Even if we have to walk
Kicking and elbowing
It's not good
It's bad
To finally heal ourselves
From the digital wounds

High and stop the byte
High аnd ѕtop the byte