A Pedra Mais Alta

I decided to climb the highest stone
To see you smiling from the highest stone
Contemplate your air, your movement, your song
Eyes like pearls, hair like a mantle

Beautiful mermaid sitting on the highest stone
I'm thinking about jumping from the top of the highest stone
I'll dive, maybe hit my head on the bottom
I'll swim, row through all the seas of the world

The fear grows bigger from the top of the highest stone
I'm so tiny from the top of the highest stone
I look like a little seashell, or does the seashell think it's me?
Everything gets confusing from the top of the highest stone

I want to lay on your scale
Your confessional lap
From the stone, time is not mentioned
I know well of your difficulty on land
I'll do my best to live with you on the stone

Beautiful mermaid, rest your arms on me
I want your poetry, your hidden treasure
Let the wave take away any idea of an end
Define with me the path of our meaning

I want your visible dream from the highest stone
I want small drops wetting the highest stone
I want the rare music, the sweet, tearful sound of the flute
I want all of you in my half turn