Errata Perfeita [English translation]

Meat, fire, game, hmm

Fumble

Suspicious curves of your beliefs

You were the one who magnetized this empty jazz

I don’t want to be too salty nor sweet a vampire

I want to be the night

Make a bet

On that meeting that was neither chance nor luck

If luck were to trip on your little foot

God would be a friend and deliver us from the danger

Of getting lost and finding myself in your belly button

If you’re going to steal my peace

Set fire to, ignite,

Our lives, that place.

Be the perfect erratum

I bite myself willingly

It burns

To feel your furs, poles, gravity

Know the chemistry of our tongues

Fights are blessings of astrology

Even a little attack of jealousy

Does good

Oh man, oh my god, what’s so wrong?

If at the end everything works out

An eye for a tooth, a tooth for affection

And a loss and a finding of self

With no nexus