Altos e Baixos [English translation]

Maybe it was this record

This drawn shadow on your eyelashes

Maybe it was my poem on the ground, or maybe not

Or maybe it was our children

The high-heeled sandals

The ticking clock, the sun setting, the clock, the sandals

And me slapping your face

And the fall from such high heels

Over our children

With a splash of blood on the ground

Of the drawing on your eyelashes

It was too many records, too many excuses

It's about time these afternoons and your lectures were over

My cabs, whisky, Dietil1, Dienpax2

Ah, but something has to be praise

Among so many ups and downs

When love brings so much life

It even takes too much time

To die

It even takes too much time

To die

1. Medicine used to treat obesity disorders2. Medicine used to control issues related to anxiety syndrome