Mercedes

Mirror of my ground, Matanza or Riachuelo
I cross you in order to discover my faithful deity
Reason for my insomnia, the dream that I guard
Finds a first aid kit at the edge of truth

Making it necessary to endure that ordeal
For fear of seeing it hurt the frenzy of the future
I smoke that remnant because it does less harm
Than seeing it compromise in a vile way of escape

And in the refuge of my peace (where else?)
I knew the miracle of finding in some lips
That breeze that sets off a chain reaction in my sky
And hinders the astrolabe

Shameful modesty! They steal my balls
I thought that sharing with her the time of instruction
Would bring other songs, different sensations
Cowardly and childish, I didn't take advantage of any opportunity

That there was no cause to whip me
And I rummaged in her window realizing that, in the end
Mercedes contemplating her in her element
Partying until the ardor, acting as the sun at times

Surely she ignores
The whim that cemented
The will to make
Song my opinions
But it's important
That you know the radiance
That emanates
From the figure of Mercedes, from the figure of Mercedes
From the figure of Mercedes