Chão de Giz

I descend from this loneliness
I spread things on a chalk floor
There are mere foolish daydreams tormenting me
Cut-out photographs
In newspapers often

I'm going to throw you on a confetti-keeping cloth
I'm going to throw you on a confetti-keeping cloth

I shoot cannonballs
It's useless, because there's a grand vizier
There are so many old violets without a hummingbird
I wanted to use, who knows
A straitjacket or a Venus shirt

But I won't climax with just one cigarette
Nor will I kiss you, wasting my lipstick

Now I catch a truck
In the ring, I'm knocked out again
I've always been chained to your heel
My twenty years as a boy, that's over, baby
Freud explains

I won't dirty myself smoking just one cigarette
Nor will I kiss you, wasting my lipstick
As for the confetti cloth, my carnival has passed
And that explains why sex is a popular subject

Furthermore, I'm leaving
Furthermore, I'm leaving
Furthermore, I'm leaving
Furthermore