Debaixo do Pano
Sophia Chablau e Uma Enorme Perda de Tempo
Under the Table
Under the table
Inside the skirt
Time doesn't pass and doesn't want to pass
The cloth that covers and we look at each other
And pretend not to get it
That under the sky everything is ground
And above the ground
Everything can already be
Part of the universe
Repeat, remember
Something like that
Don't keep insisting
That it's much higher
Than the Christ
Redeemer
Behind the electric trio
At the traffic light
Roasted chicken
On the roads of this situation
When all the traffic lights
Are green
And the Batata Square
Screams in excitement
Under the table
Inside the skirt
Time doesn't pass and doesn't want to pass
The cloth that covers and we look at each other
And pretend not to get it
That under the sky everything is ground
And above the ground
Everything can already be
Part of the universe
Repeat, remember
Something like that
Don't keep insisting
That it's much higher
Than the Christ
Redeemer
Behind the electric trio
At the traffic light
Roasted chicken
On the roads of this situation
When all the traffic lights
Are green
And the Batata Square
Screams in excitement
The way we fit together
Crushes us
As if we lived in
A matchbox
And it can be very good
It can be very enjoyable
But
It hurts my eyes so much
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
