Catavento E Girassol

My pinwheel holds inside
What’s outside your sunflower
Between the wide open and the contained
I asked you for a sharp note
And you laughed in flat

You only think about space
I demanded some time
I’m a cat from the suburbs
You’re from the coast

When I respect the signs
I see you on skates
Coming the wrong way
But when I go all macho
You play the doormat
And don’t want any trouble

Neither of us gives in
We don’t take advice
I’m the one who leaves
In the drain of the mirror

I’m from Engenho de Dentro
And you live in the wind of Arpoador
I have a skittish way
And you’re so outgoing (the bug and the flower)
One roots for Mia Farrow
The other is Woody Allen
When I whistle a serenade
You dance hula

I’m in sneakers and jeans
I see you too much:
High heels, soirée
When the shit hits the fan on the corner
You go all classy
And insult me in English:
It’s fuck you, you little brat
And no one sticks their nose in
I’m the one who leaves
In the drain of the mirror

Peace is made in the motel
With a cleansed and pressed soul
Only to find out later
That it was all for nothing

On carnival days
Disillusionment grows
You go to Paraty
And I go to Cacique de Ramos

My pinwheel holds inside
The wide open wind of Arpoador
Your sunflower has outside
The hidden from Engenho de Dentro of the flower
I feel so much longing
You’re contemporary
I think of everything I do
You’re so spontaneous

I know one depends on the other
Just to be different
To complete each other
I know one pulls away from the other
In tough times just to get closer

You have a green way of being
And I’m kind of red
But together we go
In the drain of the mirror