It Was a Round Word

Zeca Afonso

Era Um Redondo Vocábulo

Era redondo o vocábulo
Uma soma agreste
Revelavam-se ondas
Em maninhos dedos
Polpas seus cabelos
Resíduos de lar

Nos degraus de Laura
A tinta caía
No móvel vazio
Convocando farpas
Chamando o telefone
Matando baratas
A fúria crescia

Clamando vingança
Nos degraus de Laura
No quarto das danças
Na rua os meninos
Brincavam e Laura
Na sala de espera
Inda o ar educa

It Was a Round Word

The word was round
A wild sum
Waves were revealed
In tiny fingers
Pulp your hair
Residues of home

On Laura's steps
The ink fell
On the empty furniture
Summoning splinters
Calling the phone
Killing cockroaches
The fury grew

Crying for revenge
On Laura's steps
In the dance room
In the street the boys
Played and Laura
In the waiting room
Still the air educates

Escrita por: Jose Afonso