Não Sonho Mais
Chico Buarque
I Don't Dream Anymore
Today I dreamed about you
So much misfortune! Love, I can't even tell you
So much punishment that I was anxious to tell you
It was a dreadful dream
One of those that sometimes we dream
And drool on the pillow and wet ourselves and want to suffocate
My love, I saw coming
A gang of workers
Forming a gang
But it was a gang
Of orangutans to catch you
There were humiliated people coming
There were the living dead, the afflicted
From all sides
There was a good reason to flay you
The more you ran
The more you stayed, the more you sank
The dirtier you got. Love, you stank
Filling the air with stench
You who were so brave
Cried for mercy, begged for pity
And, what wickedness
Made me want to laugh
At the foot of the slope the fight ended
And I spat on your whole carcass
And there was justice in that spit
We tore your flesh apart
Hitting you hard, turning your guts
Eating your eggs, oh!
And that crowd started to sing
It was a dreadful dream
One of those that sometimes
We dream and drool on the pillow
And wet ourselves and no longer have peace
Because I dreamed about you and fell out of bed
Oh, love, don't fight! Oh, don't punish me!
Oh, say you love me and I won't dream anymore!