Anarquista Duval
Mão Morta
Anarchist Duval
Down the road came a man
Covered by the shadows of the night
Someone asked him his name
I’m a mirage, they say I sow chaos and destruction
Like the wind scatters the poppies
My name is
Freedom
Freedom was coming down the road
Shrouded by the night’s shadows
Do you know who I am? Asked the streetlight
You’re a mirage and belong to the book of highlights
Provocateurs
Who are the poets
Dreaming souls
Anarchist Duval
Should I arrest you in the name of the law?
I suppress you in the name of Freedom!
Provocative highlights, were going down the road
Carrying the book of shadows
From the night, only the streetlight remained
Covered
