Chão de Giz

I come down from this loneliness
I spread things about
A Chalk Floor
There are mere foolish daydreams
Torturing me
Cropped photographs
In broadsheet newspapers
Often!
I will play you
On a confetti storage cloth
I will play you
On a confetti storage cloth...

I fire cannonballs
It's useless, because there is
A grand vizier
There are so many old violets
Without a hummingbird
I would like to use who knows
A straitjacket
Or Venus
But I won't make fun of us
Just a cigarette
I won't even kiss you
Using up my lipstick like this...

Now I get it
A truck on canvas
I'm going to knockout again
I have always been chained
On your heel
My twenty years as a "boy"
That's over, baby!
Freud explains...

I won't get dirty
Smoking just one cigarette
I won't even kiss you
Using up my lipstick like this
As for the confetti cloth
My carnival is over
And that explains why sex
It's a popular topic...

Anyway, I'm leaving!
Anyway, I'm leaving!
Anyway, I'm leaving!
No more!...