2020.06.19.
My Addiction Is You
Rag doll, piece of the nightlife
Who lives like a tramp rolling in the world
Shread of a person, that unconsciously
Sins only for pleasure, lives to sin
Doll, I want you with all your sin
With all your vices, with everything, after all
I want this body that the rabble desires
Even though it's a presage of evil
Night doll who loves the moon
Who is a fan of the stars and adores the moonlight
Who goes out in the night and is surprised by the sunrise in the streets
Who hasn't seen sunlight in a long time
Tramp doll of lures and tricks
I want your love for myself just because
I accept your wrongs, sins and vices
For in my live, my vice is you
2020.06.19.
Slum
When it's Carnival
I remember so much
The slum where she used to live
All I had
Was a matting and a pan
But she liked it
That's why I walk
The streets of the city
Perceiving that happiness
Is what is left in the past
And the slum
Which was mine
And hers
Left nothing but nostalgia
Because the rest, she took with her
A few days ago
I went up there
In the slum, but she wasn't there
Where the house used to be
I found a slipper
She used to wear when she danced samba
That's why I walk
The streets of the city
Perceiving that happiness
Is what is left in the past
And the slum
Which was mine
And hers
Left nothing but nostalgia
Because the rest, she took with her
I remember so much
The coffee she'd bring me
In a bowl
And some prayers
While I'd doze in the chapel
She prayed alone
That's why I walk
The streets of the city
Perceiving that happiness
Is what is left in the past
And the slum
Which was mine
And hers
Left nothing but nostalgia
Because the rest, she took with her