Jardim Das Acácias
Zé Ramalho
Acacia Garden
I see nothing in this city
That is not just a common place
But the soil is fertile
In the garden of animals fasting
Waiting for dawn again
Waiting for nightfall to see
The clarity of the eighth star
Waiting for the early morning to come
And I can't hold it with my hand
And I'm just an ordinary guy
How I walk and run, I traffic in the street
I was a twig in the beak of the anum
Sometimes I'm the moon's dragon
Momentary alien
The ant in raw living flesh
Perishing and shipwrecking in the sea
Shipwrecking at sea
The poppy in the land of fire
Heat-thirsty leech
I pour out the song in this game
Like the snake writhing in pain
Denying the honor of the family
Revering every creator being
In the reverse of a clear mirror
In the whip of the cow's belly
In the moo of a gentle cow
Fugitive like Judas in peace
The person you love the most
On the planet watching the world turn
