Tempo Perdido (“Lost Time”) feels like opening a diary at sunrise and finding a love letter to the present. Renato Russo wakes up, realizes yesterday is gone, yet immediately cheers, “Temos todo o tempo do mundo” – we still have all the time in the world. The song swings between reflective calm and wild urgency, telling us that sacred sweat, born from living intensely, is far more beautiful than the bitter blood of regret. Every line taps the shoulder of anyone who has ever counted the minutes, whispering that the only clock that matters is the one beating in our chest.
When the chorus repeats “Temos nosso próprio tempo,” it becomes a liberating mantra: hug tighter, keep the lights on even if you are not afraid of the dark, and remember that nothing was truly wasted. The gray morning skies, the storm colored like brown eyes, the plea “Somos tão jovens” – all fuse into a rallying cry to stay curious, fearless, and passionately alive. In just a few verses, Legião Urbana turns everyday doubts into a joyful rebellion, proving that youth is not an age but a decision we can make at any moment.