Perdido (Chacarera)

Today I'm going to tell you a bit about my way of being
The terrible ease I have to lose
I lose my clothes
And I lose bets
In a few drinks, I lose what I carry on my back

I lose shame when I'm with my friends
When I sing, I lose track of what I should sing
I lost modesty
I lost a thousand nights in front of the sea

I lost joy and, at the same time, I also lost innocence
Taking refuge in books helped me understand
That many people don't care about misery
They are only interested in power

I lost faith in democracy
When it no longer amused me
To see those who pull the strings of the nation
Those who have a dollar as a heart

I lost time and money
I lost the fire, I lost the zeal
I lost the flight
I lost the art of dreaming

Some nights I lose a memory
I already lost count of everything I lose

I lose the voice of conscience
Then I end up talking to myself
I get lost from pole to pole trying to find
Someone with whom
To laugh, to cry

And I'm lucky
Not to have lost a tooth
Taking refuge in liquor
I never know when to stop

I lose my life in a spin of the roulette
I lose the plot by going one too far

And I sink into the first deep furrow
Losing again the path of the gentleman I was
And she lost
The teeth that I didn't lose

But one night
One of those I thought lost
Playing hide and seek
With love I found myself

And that's how they stole something valuable from me
I'm agonizing and I want to ask you
For God's sake, look for that woman who stole from me
With a glance, my sensitive heart
I can't go
Because I lost her address