Pato Fu vivo num morro

I live, I live on a hill
The further away
The more beautiful it is to see
No one can resist my hill
Inside of the blue light that comes out of the TV
I die like this full of I don't know what
How many souls in pain
To feel your smell and your taste
Dying to survive
Penetrating through the four dimensions
There and back, it's difficult to get there
This way and there, how am I going to start
And time passes when it wants to pass
And I always die in the same place
I die, I live on a hill
How much closer
More difficult to understand