O Desejo

The Desire

Time is cruel, but it's all there is
Everything else is leftovers, trash, tin
Cheap silver, pawned
Yes, time passes, life goes on
The cut doesn't stop
Today I don't fear death
Bad luck or good luck?

There's no light that blinds me
Nor is there light that I follow
I'm just on the edge of the road
Loneliness is my friend
Outside, the autumn light invades the city
Outside is where life throbs, uncultivated and beautiful
Greek comedy, Russian tragedy

I'm there and I hear the muffled noise
The dry bang of the streets
Corners, alleys
While you, protected by God
Count your metals behind the windows

You make plans, you plan
Desire, the desire bleeds
You want a house in Angra
You want a car, iPad, family
Children in college

You want to pray, but to whom?
If the gods are dead
There's no more divinity, rituals
No one to hear you in a confessional
In the dark, cold, empty night
Counting your sins without forgiveness
Your omission for not giving a hand
To the brother who needs cigarettes
Food, water, comfort, shirt

So much humiliated poverty
So many scoundrels at the top
You are happy, but not too much
Because no good is enough for you
And the lack, the lack, the lack
The lack, devastates your life

You make plans, you plan
Desire, the desire bleeds
You want a house in Angra
You want a car, iPad, family
Children in college

Your pride betrayed you and threw you to the ground
Dollarizing the flag, subverting the issue
The march of the bankruptcy of the nation's values
And when the savior is the villain himself
He saves the old world
With a cannonball, boom!

I'm a crazy dog
Roaming the world
No time to be anything
But a bum
I go with the gang
To the top of the world
Zeca Baleiro and Charlie Brown
Breaking everything

You look in the mirror
And see that everything is a lie
Life is a lie
Happiness, a lie
Love, cowardly lie
Look at the clock
And see how late it is
Too late to be happy
Your body cries out for calm
But in your soul
So many wounds without scars

He who wants everything has nothing
Said the blind man at the church door
If passion died
Say amen! So be it
For every evil, there comes good
And everything else
This is a tough, tough fight

You make plans, you plan
Desire, the desire bleeds
You want a house in Angra
You want a car, iPad, family
Children in college

You make plans, you plan
Desire, the desire commands
You want to have a guitar and a band
Go to Hangar and dinners
Flatter the wealthy

In the silence of sleepless night
You feel like a stray dog
And wonder what's left of love
Of dreams, pure ambition
Just sweat, tears, blood
Loss, dust, and loneliness
And for the pain that gnaws at the tense flesh under the thin skin
There's not a single remedy in all of medicine