The other romantics were in the dark
They worshiped another Middle Age, located in the future
Not in the past
Unable to catch on
The Babel gibberish of Economics
The thousand economical theories
Announced on TV
Such irreducible atheists
Simulated a creed
Pixote's sex was the spirit, so
In the voice of some German rock singer
Hating those who killed Pixote with their bare hands
They nurtured rebelliousness and revolution
And the thirty million abandoned children in Brazil
With their boobs getting bigger, with their dicks getting bigger
And their first menstruations
Composed the vision of their vitrals
And their most complete apocalypses
And their radical utopias
Angels over Berlin
"The world since the end"
But it was an yes
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
They were the other romantics, in darkness
They made a cult of another middle age located in the future
Not in the past
Being incapable of following
The blah blah babel of economics
Recited on television
These irreducible atheists
Simulated a religion
And the Spirit was the sex of Pixote
In the voice of some German rock singer
With hatred for those who killed Pixote by hand
They nurtured rebellion and revolution
And the thirty million abandoned kids of Brasil
With their tits growing, their dicks growing
Their first menstruations
Composed the visions in their stainglass windows
And their most complete apocalypses
And their radical utopias
Angels over Berlin
“The world since the end”
And all the while it was a yes
It had been, it was, it is, and will be yes
Angels over Berlin
"The world since the end"
But it was an yes
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be
It's been, it was, it is and it will be