Solte-Me!

Take me, take me
To a place where I can live
Because I live a collective of almosts
Almost a gentle silence
More or less tacit
At least, I know I tried
I tried to consolidate a ballast of yours
That would then be mine
My motto, my fate

It was almost by wanting
I tried to grasp some gift
But I was caught, caught red-handed
By the Federal Law, a hundred and something

Let me go! Let me go!
Please set me free, let me go!
I know the mistake was to lend my love
Only for it to be returned double afterwards

If my fault consisted of pleading
For what was meant to be handled with care
I will be the one to learn the theory
And the practice

It was almost by wanting
I tried to grasp some gift
But I was caught, caught red-handed
By the Federal Law, a hundred and something

I am a prisoner in exile
I am a captive without a sentence
But I will escape from here
All who succeeded
Once tried

Let me go! Let me go!

It was almost by wanting
I tried to grasp some gift
But I was caught, caught red-handed
By the Federal Law, a hundred and something