Inútil Paisagem
Elis Regina
Useless Landscape
But for what?
Why so much sky?
Why so much sea, for what?
What is the use of this breaking wave?
And the afternoon wind?
What is the use of the afternoon?
Useless landscape
It may be that you never come back
That you never return
What use are the flowers that grow along the paths
If my path, alone, is nothing
