I don't want to see you storming out
I don't want to see you smoking opium to heal your pain
I don't want to see you crying for things that don't matter
I don't want to drink your coffee
I don't want this, whatever it is
I don't want that, I don't want this
A fish being eaten by the crocodile
One of the Venus de Milo's arms waving you goodbye
I don't want to measure the height of your fall
Or pass through August while waiting for September
If I remember
The best future, this dark today
The mouth's greatest desire is the kiss
I don't want to have the Tejo river flowing through my hands
I want Guanabara, I want the Nile
I want everything, a star, a flower, style
Have your tongue licking my nipple, water and salt
I don't have anything, sometimes I have everything
The more I want, the less I want
Life, nine lives minus zero
I want to live, I want to listen, I want to see
(If this is how the story goes, I want it... I guess I came to see you)