Sete Estrelas

I am the music of the people when naked and raw
I drip from the poor man's nose when he blows it
I am Carolina at the window longing for the street
With solitude I walk accompanied
Each of my virtues is a sin

Blowfly eats garbage like whipped cream
And what mystery is there?
And what lesson have I learned?

I am the dog in the alley coveting the Moon
I am the red of the maiden when she menstruates
The dent in the dish made with a picklock
Solitude I wanted as a companion
Each of my lies is true

Climbing plant, embroiders leaves like macramé
It's a mystery to behold
It's a lesson to learn
Worse than death is to unlive

Blowfly makes a fuss
In the dump of my heart
Seven stars I would like
Seven times blue sentinels of my guitar

I sing the tear and the salt that the sad one cries and sweats
I am the hunger in the saint when she fasts
The crazy scream in the throat of a cockatoo
With solitude I walk accompanied
Each of my virtues is a sin

Blowfly eats garbage like whipped cream
And what mystery is there?
And what lesson have I learned?

I am the passion that leaves a mark when it catches and hardens
I am the monster of the lagoon when it floats
If you say it's mine, I say it's yours
Solitude I wanted as a companion
Each of my lies is true

Climbing plant embroiders leaves like macramé
It's a mystery to behold
It's a lesson to learn
Worse than death is to unlive

Climbing plant weaves a mat
On the walls of my heart
Seven benevolent stars
Seven times sisterly country stars of my guitar