Paralelas
Belchior
Parallel Lines
Inside the car
Over the cloverleaf
At a hundred per hour, oh, my love
You only have the caresses of the engine now
And in the office where I work
And get rich, the more I multiply
The less my love decreases
In every mercury light
I see the light of your gaze
You pass squares, viaducts
You don't even remember to come back, to come back, to come back
On Corcovado, I'm the one opening my arms
Copacabana, this week, I'm the sea
How perverse is the youth of my heart
That only understands what is cruel, what is passion
And the parallel lines of the tires in the water of the streets
Are two naked roads
Where you run away from what is yours
In the apartment, eighth floor
I open the window and shout, shout when the car passes
Your infinity is me, is me, is me, is me
On Corcovado, I'm the one opening my arms
Copacabana, this week, I'm the sea
How perverse is the youth of my heart
That only understands what is cruel, what is passion
