Minha Casa [English translation]

It's easier to worship the dead than the living

It's easier to live of shadows than of suns

It's easier to mimeograph the past

Than printing the future

I don't want to be sad

Like the poet who gets older reading Mayakovsky1

In the convenience store

I don't want to be happy

Like the dog that goes for a walk

With its happy owner

Under the Sunday sun

I also don't want to be as tight

As those who build roads and don't walk

In the darkness

I want to grope, like someone blind,

Distracted stars

In the darkness

I want to grope, like someone blind,

Distracted stars

Wild berries

In the promenade

Affairs hidden

Under umbrellas

Non-stopping thunderstorms

Who doesn't have lightning rods?

Even if the train doesn't stop

I can't stop

Non-stopping thunderstorms

Who doesn't have lightning rods?

Even if the train doesn't stop

I can't stop

I see the world move

Like a samba school

Crossing the avenue

Moves around

I ask

'Where are your tambourines?'

I ask

'Where are your tambourines?'

Sat on the doorstep

Of my home

The one and only home

Where I always lived

Where I always lived

Where I always lived

1. A Soviet poet, playwright, artist, and actor