O Quereres

Where you want a revolver, I am a coconut
And where you want money, I am passion
Where you want rest, I am desire
And where I am just desire, you don't want
And where you want nothing, nothing is missing
And where you fly high, I am the ground
And where you step on the ground, my soul jumps
And gains freedom in the vastness

Where you want family, I am crazy
And where you want romantic, bourgeois
Where you want Leblon, I am Pernambuco
And where you want eunuch, stallion
Where you want yes and no, maybe
And where you see, I do not see reason
Where you want the wolf, I am the brother
And where you want cowboy, I am Chinese

Ah, brute flower of desire
Ah, brute flower, brute flower

Where you want the act, I am the spirit
And where you want tenderness, I am lust
Where you want the free, decasyllable
And where you seek the angel, I am woman
Where you want pleasure, I am what hurts
And where you want torture, meekness
Where you want a home, revolution
And where you want a bandit, I am a hero

I wanted to want to love you love
Build us the sweetest prison
Find the most just adequacy
All metric and rhyme and never pain
But life is real and is biased
And see only what a trap love set for me
I want you and you don't want me as I am
I don't want you and you don't want me as you are

Ah, brute flower of desire
Ah, brute flower, brute flower

Where you want a rally, video game
And where you want romance, rock'n roll
Where you want the Moon, I am the Sun
And where pure nature, insecticide
Where you want mystery, I am the light
And where you want a corner, the whole world
Where you want Lent, February
And where you want a coconut tree, I am an artillery shell

The desires to always be
Of what in me is so unequal
Make me want you well, want you badly
Well to you, badly to your desires like this
Infinitely personal
And I wanting to want you endlessly
And, wanting you, learn the total
Of the desire that exists, and what is not in me