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.