Há Tempos [English translation]

Feels like cocaine but it's only sadness, perhaps your town.

Many fear come from tiredness and loneliness

And mismatch and waste, heirs are

now of the virtue we lost.

Long ago I've had a dream

I don't remember, I don't remember.

Your sadness is so exact

And today is such a beautiful day

We are already accustomed

to not even have this anymore.

Dreams come and the dreams go

The rest is imperfect.

You said that if your voice had equal force

as the immense grief you feel

You scream would wake

not only your house

but the entire neighborhood.

Long ago not even the saints have the exact

Measure of wickedness

Long ago the youth are the ones getting sick

Long ago, charm is absent

And there's rust in the smiles

And only chance reaches its arms

to those seeking shelter and protection.

My love, discipline is freedom

Compassion is fortress

Having kindness is having courage

And she said:

- There's a well in my house, but the water is too clean.