Who is the one who wins
who is the one who loses
where am I
if winning does not convince me.
What can one believe in
if it is not a butterfly
if it's not a nail in the temple
or your cheating beauty.
I want to hear the foam
and the harsh Jo!
of the cane a
sinking in the sand.
Let there be no anguish in death
let there be thought in life
if memory does not exist
everything of ours is suicidal .
Endless beaches await me
I will take some fishing line
I will take some hooks
a coat and a rod.
I see shipwrecked people in alcohol and
unattainable women
who will be punished today
in place of the guilty.
When the last hook is lost
and there is nothing to eat
I will cover myself with my shelter
and I will be the bait
and the fish I need
will come to me,
before I wake up
I know they will come to me.
/>Only a quarter in the city
and the cane sinking when walking.
Only a quarter in the city
and the cane sinking when walking, nomá s.
My coat cries in rags
baby I'm going to throw it into the sea
my reed broke into pieces
and I already miss her singing.
My body He doesn't take any more steps
I will let him rest
the fish that need me
will come up to the sea
and jump on me
without guilt and without anger
only with some fear
shining in their eyes
that I will wake up again
wake up again.
Only a room in the city
and the cane sinking as you walk, just.