A Violência Travestida Faz Seu Trottoir [English translation]

In the air that one breathes, in the most banal gestures

In rules, commandments, judgments, courts

In the victory of the strongest, in the defeat of equals

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

In the unhealthy search for any pleasure

In the metaphysical architecture of cathedrals

In the stands, in the chairs, in the gerais1

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

In the silent majority, proud of not having

Willingness to scream, nothing to say

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

In cigarette ads that warn that smoking harms

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

In luminous advertisements, razor blades

Toy guns, fear of playing

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

In the video, intergalactic idiocy

In the media, in fashion, in pharmacies

In the bedroom, in the dining room

Death has been so alive, life walks backwards

It's free enterprise, equality to the unequal

At bedtime, in the living room

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

A stray bullet finds someone stray

Find shelter in a body that passes by

And spoils everything, buries everything, a shovel of lye

Bury them all in the common grave of a liberal speech

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

In luminous advertisements, razor blades

Toy guns, fear of playing

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

In luminous advertisements, razor blades

Toy guns, fear of playing

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

Everything he left

Was a love letter

For a children's TV show host

In it he said

That he was no longer a child

And that hope also dances2 like monsters in a Japanese movie

All he had

Was a faded photo

Clipped from a magazine specializing in the life of artists

Everything he wanted

Was to meet her one day

Every suicide believes in life after death

All he had

Fit in jacket pocket

When life ends, it fits anywhere

And the crossdressed violence does its trottoir

Don't surrender to the evidence

Don't get stuck on first impressions

They say with tenderness:

"It's the thought that counts"

And they give you a bad check

From the bottom of the heart

In the air that one breathes

In this total shortness of breath

The crossdressed violence

Does its trottoir

In toy guns, fear of playing

In luminous advertisements, razor blades

In cigarette ads that warn that smoking harms

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

The crossdressed violence does its trottoir

1. The "gerais" are the grassy wildlands of the Brazilian Plateau region.2. A pun: in Brazilian slang to "dance" can mean to die or to suffer a major setback.