Canto Para a Minha Morte
Raul Seixas
Song For My Death
I know that certain street I've already passed through
You will never hear the sound of my footsteps again
I have a magazine that I have kept for many years
And that I will never open again
Every time I say goodbye to a person
This person may be seeing me for the last time
Death, deaf, walks beside me
And I don't know on which corner she'll kiss me
What face will she come with?
Will she let me finish what I have to do?
Or will she catch me in the middle of the whiskey glass?
In the song I left to compose tomorrow?
Will she wait for me to put out my cigarette in the ashtray?
It will come before I find the woman, the woman who was meant for me
And that is somewhere waiting for me
Even though I don't know her yet?
I'll find you dressed in satin
Because anywhere you wait only for me
And in your kiss taste the strange flavor
That I want and I don't desire, but I have to find
Come, but take your time to arrive
I hate you and I love you death, death, death
Which is perhaps the secret of this life
Death, death, death, which is perhaps the secret of this life
What will be the form of my death?
One of the many things I didn't choose in life
There are so many... A car accident
The heart that refuses to beat in the next minute
Poorly applied anesthesia
A life poorly lived, a wound poorly healed, a pain already aged
The cancer has already spread and is still hidden, or even, who knows?
A stupid slip, on a sunny day, head on the curb
Oh death, you who are so strong
That kills the cat, the mouse and the man
Dress in your nicest clothes when you come to pick me up
May my body be cremated and may my ashes feed the grass
And may the grass feed another man like me
Because I will continue in this man
In my children, in the rude word
That I said to someone I didn't like
And even in the whiskey that I didn't finish drinking that night
I'll find you dressed in satin
Because anywhere you wait only for me
And in your kiss I taste the strange flavor that I want and don't desire, but I have to find
Come, but take your time to arrive
I hate you and I love you death, death, death
Which is perhaps the secret of this life
Death, death, death, which is perhaps the secret of this life