Barroco Tropical [English translation]

Love is useless: the light of the stars

Heats or shines for no one

And if we call them, their fire

Soon in the sky, wearily subsides

Love is without worth: ablaze

In the storm, is quickly spent

And the darkness is greater,

Night without end, wave after wave.

Love serves no one, and yet,

To it we return, day after day

Blinded by its glow, foolish thirst

Caught without shame in its web.

Love is a dangerous season

Pink hiding the thorn

Thorn disguised as a rose

The deceptive euphoria of wine.