Álcool (Bolero Filosófico)

The night gazes at the lively city
Glorified in solid buildings
And I confront human belief
Fueled by sordid desires

So there's only the romantic illusion left
Dressing the bodies of languid women
And redemption through metamorphosis
From iconoclast to noble type

Who knows, maybe one day I'll drown in boredom
Even living in this cheerful tropic

At the carnival, only alcohol will remain
To drown out such morbid thoughts