Vício Elegante
Belchior
Elegant Vice
If a star falls from the sky
It goes to Japan
And enters my hotel room
Like the geisha on duty
All zen, smoking I wait
This goddess comes to see me
More sensual than bolero
In calm, luxury, and pleasure
Perverse verses from the 'Flowers of Evil'
In this romance, oriental fantasy
Obscene scenes? No! Just love!
That I'm sailing on a multicolored screen
I turn on the radio against boredom
What an elegant vice!
In pleasure in peace your harassment
In a wave of lover!
Living is improvisation
Makes its own law...
But sailing is necessary:
I'll send you a lay-lady-lay
So post-modern the eternal passion
In this navigation guide program
I saw your poem on my computer
That I'm sailing on a multicolored screen.
