O Preço da Flor [English translation]

What price of this flower

That comes from an enumerated batch

Fabrication in the state of Rio

And it has

A pin so closed

So unaccustomed to the cold

But I shrink the desire

I choose in the neighborhood

A place to hide

And it goes

One more almost kiss

But only the night covers

The defects of being

What price of this flower

That goes between the wires

Of hair in the voids of color

And it falls when the wind blows the test

That a dry mouth has its taste

But it shrinks the fingers

Understand in the eyes

The fear of fleeing

And it goes

One more almost touch

On the skin that burns

With so much pretending

What price of this flower

That falls from the enumerated batch

Without fabrication or the state of Rio

And it has

A pin so closed

So unaccustomed to the cold

But it shrinks the fingers

And tightness in eyes

The fear of fleeting

And it goes

One more almost touch

Of the mouth that burns

With so much pretending