It suddenly started
The party was really great
She was looking for her prince
And he was looking for his next girlfriend
He noticed her glasses
She noticed the commas he used while speaking
He offered her a little bit of acid1
And she thought that feeling was awesome
Their lips touched each other, bitterly
In breathtaking kisses
Then they had sex while they were numb and shy
And willing to do so, they quickly reached an orgasm
He was looking for some alibis
She was floating, full of joy
He was succumbing to the panic
And she was sleeping, so pale
The fear turned out to be unimportant
And he noticed how graceful that moment was
He declared himself as a vassal to her
And the tragic story was written2
He finally slept, looking drowsy
In that warm and full of secrets night
She woke up, looking shy
A victim to her desire
She got out of there in a hurry
Taking horrible steps
To her, love was supposed to be an epic thing
But it turned out to be foul play
To him it was just another time he had sex
Love in its smallest shape
The body expressing itself cynically
The signature of the sad loneliness
1. LSD2. I know that 'desenhar' does not translate as 'write' into English, but this makes more sense than 'And the tragic story was drawn', which would be the literal way of translating this sentence