Balada de Um Vagabundo

Here is the Sun, here is the Sun
Nicknamed the king of stars
Here I found the great culprit
Of my crazy life
Wandering around, crazy
My heart sealed
Passion fruit in a drawer of a building
Empty in a vacant lot
Buried and then abandoned
Notice the crime, Mr. Judge
Stop, Mr. Judge
I ignore the street, the neighborhood, and the ID
Don't ask me if I have
The X number of the CIC
Let me be happy
Will I be close to a salt
Like the sharp sword that separates
Good from evil?
Here is the Sun, here is the Sun
Nicknamed the king of stars
Here I found the great culprit
Of my crazy life
I turn in the sky of downtown
In the trunk of the central station
I will dance naked in the moon crater
Even without knowing where mine ends
And yours begins
I will sway under the marquee
Sad tropic paradise
If I said I was going
You would go and I wouldn't
Let sadness lie down
Roll in my bed
A million, trillion times
I turn joy around
Jump into love
One addiction is not enough for me
It's an uncontrollable inflation of love
It's crowded, full of virtue
And my heaven of addiction
A rooster alone raises its crest
And crows its crow
One addiction for me is pure nonsense
I mark thirteen points
I'm a winning bet in the animal game
I'm the kiss from the mouth of trash to the mouth of luxury
I'm the kiss from the mouth of luxury to the mouth of trash