Pra Você

Here she comes, really pissed off
An inner tension so deeply embedded
The weight bears down on her hairy chest
With her speech about making things forbidden.
Her morals are just her hidden hang-ups.
In her heart, she holds a peacock that needs love.

For you who’s so repressed, who never looks around
You can breathe easy now
Because the world’s trend is to smile
And sing and spin with joy.

I don’t get this commitment of yours
To that trapped sob that doesn’t do you any good
Free that hip that’s so imprisoned
Let the smile be your companion
In the task of having to be a man
In the obligation to be a man
Showing off the meat you consume
And feeling a void as big as something huge and not knowing why...