Poeira, Cinza e Fumaça [English translation]

A rented kitchenette

Where I lay my body down

Papers on the table, scratched

Common verses about misfortune

A glass of whisky close

Dust, ash and smoke

And a poster of her on the wall

Behind the filthy glass

A record-player on

An open book on the bed

A mute TV, melodrama

And I, without having eaten, awake

Two Hollywood cigarettes, unlit

The last dose is spilt

And I, kind of drunk,

Get out and enjoy myself in the mud

I've always been alone

I know this

I'm always alone

I'll always be

I've always been alone

I know this

I'm always alone

I'll always be

I've always been alone

I know this

I'm always alone

I'll always be