Na palma da mão [English translation]

I wanted to write a few different stanzas for you

Those replete of loves and of dust

Constant verses, consequent and urgent

Where the protagonist always ends alone

Scattered verses, distinct, punctuated

To clear a point somewhere in emotion

At the edge of the abyss, risky and escalated

At the highest point of the heart

But if I fall dizzy, from the high altitude

Above the cliffs of the lines of the hand

I ask you to close it, then in good fortune

You will feel my heart stop

Maintain it closed so the risk of the fright

Can round out your eyes and then

The lax pupils will reveal the cost

That I'm one more line on your palm

But if I fall dizzy, from the high altitude

Above the cliffs of the lines of the hand

I ask you to close it, then in good fortune

You will feel my heart stop

My heart