Minhas Bics [English translation]

Armed with my markers,

I'm an astronaut of love,

an engineer of illusions,

a poet of pain and peace.

Armed with my markers,

I'm even capable

Of drinking tea with comets and honey.

Armed with my markers,

I draw a scratch on paper

of the quadratic formula

against outer space.

Refrain:

I asked to be made of the dust

from the star streaking across the sky

in the rule of thirds here in this story.

I also solve the real world

with spaces for dreams that bring the comets

for those who wished for another tomorrow.

Armed with my markers,

I'm an astronaut of love,

an engineer of illusions,

a poet of pain and peace.

Armed with my markers,

I'm even capable

Of drinking tea with comets and honey.

Armed with my markers,

I draw a scratch on paper

of the quadratic formula

against outer space.

Refrain:

I asked to be made of the dust

from the star streaking across the sky

in the rule of thirds here in this story.

I also solve the real world

with spaces for dreams that bring the comets

for those who wished for another tomorrow.