Parabólica

She stops and stands there
Looking at nothing
Paraná
She looks similar, like a Paraguayan
Lightning rods on a sunny day
For me

Catch my satellite dish
Little princess satellite dish
Sin lives next door
And paradise hovers in the air

Sins in paradise

If the TV is out of order
When they show
The best moments of your life
Through the window, someone will be
Watching you
Paranoid

Catch my satellite dish
Little Clear-satellite dish
Parallel lines that intersect
In Belém do Pará

Far, far, far from here
Paradox
Nothing separates us

I stop and stand here
Looking far away
The distance is not satellite-separated