Wind, silence, and the ceiling above us
The wind blows in the emptiness1
I take a step inside and you're so close to me
In despair because of tenderness and affection
You make a move in the right time
Two building floors, as designed by the architect
I walk in crook lines, but you go straight
In despair because of tenderness and affection
Maybe you also have some love
Oh, see what the other person is giving
The other person isn't yours, but I may want you
Even if you may not want me
A tender desire of restless fear
Ruins the present and turns the future into uncertainties
I ask for what I don't have, except for sex
In despair because of tenderness and affection
You can see what I see
You can't realize that you can't see
But you realize you can't tell me you want me
I don't it to be like that
I think and invent a hidden evil
And in a short time, another project
That all that we're living is real
In despair because of tenderness and affection
1. 'Tudo deserto' can mean 'there's no one/anything here', so I translated it as 'emptiness'.