A Voz do Dono e o Dono da Voz

Even those who know the owner's voice
Liked the voice's owner
A couple like us
Of surrender and abandonment
Of war and peace, pros and cons

They made acetate vows - indeed
Just like our grandparents
The owner presses the voice
The voice results in a dish
That spins for all of us

The owner walked with other doses
The voice belonged to one owner only
God gave the owner the teeth
God gave the owner the nuts
To the voices, God only gave his mercy

However, the voice got tired after
A hundred years playing the saint
Dreamed of untying so many knots
In the cords of another throat

The crazy one slipped on the sheets
Even dreamed of lovers
And, hoarse, delighted in her notes
In exchange for some diamonds

Finally, the voice signed a contract
And went to live with a new tormentor
Wanted to be pressed
Wanted to be a dish
Spin and forget, fast

It was revealed at the assembly, atheist
That atrocious situation
The voice was unfaithful
Changing its trachea
And the owner was losing the voice

And the owner was losing the line, he had
And was losing the light and beyond
And said: My voice
If you will not be mine
You will not be anyone else's

What is good for the owner is good for the voice
What is good for the owner is good for you
What is good for the owner is good for us