Los Quereres

Where you want to stir, I'm a coconut tree
And where you want money, I'm passion
Where you want rest, I'm desire
And where I'm just desire, you don't want
And where you want nothing, nothing is missing
And where you go very 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'm crazy
And where you want romantic, bourgeois
Where you want Leblon, I'm Pernambuco
And where you want eunuch, stallion
Where do you want the yes and the no, maybe
And where you see, I don't see reason
Where you want the wolf, I'm the brother
And where you want cowboy, I'm Chinese

Ah! Brutal flower of desire
Ah! Brutal flower, brutal flower
Where you want the act, I'm the alcohol
And where you want tenderness, I'm desire
Wherever the free, decasyllable
And where you seek the angel, I'm a woman
Where you want pleasure, I'm what hurts
And where you want torture, meekness
Where you want a home, revolution
And where you want a bandit, I'm a hero
I wanted to love love
Build ourselves a sweet prison
Find the most just adequacy
All metric and rhyme and never pain
But life is real and biased
And only sees that love armed me
I love you (and you don't want) as I am
I don't love you (and you don't want) as you are

Ah! Brutal flower of desire
Ah! Brutal flower, brutal flower
Where do you want the comic, pinball video
And where you want romance, rock'n roll
Where you want the moon, I'm the sun
And where the pure nature, the insecticide
Where you want mystery, I'm the light
And where you want a song, the whole world
Where you want Lent, February
And where you want the coconut tree, I'm a shell

The desires are always at the end
Of what in me is so unequal
It makes me want good, want you badly
Good to you, bad to want like this
Infinitely personal
And me wanting to love you endlessly
And, loving you, learn the total
Of the love that exists, and what is not in me