Inquietação
Ary Barroso
Restlessness
Who let themselves be enslaved
And fell into the abyss
Of some random love
Who, in the heat of passion
Gave their heart
To a woman
Couldn’t understand the world
Or the art of living
Didn’t even lightly grasp
That the world is a dream, a fantasy
Disillusionment, joy
Suffering, irony
On the white wings of illusion
Our imagination
Goes, goes, goes
Through the space, unaware
That later it falls
To never fly again
