Até Ao Verão

I left
In the spring the scent of carnation
Rose and chimera that embed me
In the memory I invented
And I walked
As one who waits for failure
Against ailment in a steel body
In the alleys of disdain

And to me
What does it matter
If it's good or bad
If the color of the flame fails me all my life
It's the same to me
I came
Without return
Whether I want it or not
That I get the insane life and go without a wedding
Until summer

I left
In the spring the sound of enchantment
Laughter, promise, and holy sleep
I no longer know what it is to sleep well
And I walked through the slums of what I do
Sometimes I stumble on gross errors
Sometimes I forget where I went wrong