Blues do Elevador [English translation]

Well, who can not know

What it is to feel alone

Loner than an empty elevator

Thinking life is so boring

Thinking life is more boring

Than a blues singer

It's me who reminds you

When you forget to water the plants

And to hang the white clothes on the line1

Only those who believe they make miracles do make miracles

Like transforming a teardrop into a song

I see the pigeons on the asphalt

They know how to fly high

But they insist on picking the crumbs on the floor

I know how to laugh showing my teeth

And my sharp tongue

Cuts more than an old blues song

But today I only want to shock

Like an old-time poet

And smoke my cigarette

In the absence of absinthe

I feel so much, I feel too much, I don't feel anything

As Magdalene said

Replying to the Pharisees

Whoever is kind to the poor lends

Whoever is kind to the poor lends

To the Lord

Whoever is kind to the poor lends

Whoever is kind to the poor lends

To the Lord

To the Lord

1. Clothesline