De Você [English translation]

These closed windows

And this grated gate

This is supposed safety

But it's not protection

But when the caos comes

No walls will protect you

From yourself, from yourself, from yourself

It's an imperfect prototype

So full of sorrow

It's easy for it to shut down

Just give it some authority

But when the caos comes

No walls will protect you

From yourself, from yourself, from yourself...

People become prisioners

Of material possessions around them

Looking thru grated windows

At what their lives might have been

But when the caos comes

No walls will protect you

From yourself, from yourself, from yourself...

And it's being open-handed

That one prospers on and on

The greediness that moves you

Will only push you back

And it's being open-handed

That one prospers on and on

The greediness that moves you

Will only push you back