Menuda [English translation]

Think on me, my dear, think on me

when the switches have a dig at you in the morning.

I won’t make you warmer the cold

either sweeter the coffee and milk

but think on me

my dear

think on me.

Think on me when the wage doesn’t come to you

or when they brush you in the metro at eight and a half.

And bring me

embroidered on your blouse

or painted on your red smile.

Swing me

of your earrings.

Border me with your rings

And let me come with you, let me come.

Let me go where you go to, let me go.

My dear, between pleasure and pain

enlaced against a poem

you read in secret.

The lazy town will yawn

when you will indicate the hour and open the office windows

And the birds will affect you

which nest in your hair,

the heart say you :

the bird put in cages, dies.

They bring me in the feathers dreams and beats

when they knock on my panes with their beaks

and tell me

the small white history

which between four walls faded.

They squeak

the spring dies,

when it can’t go out for a walk.

Let me go with you, let me go

Let me go where you go to, let me go

my dear and the face turns red

Think we still have

your birds path

to fly it you and me with them.