How can the rain with my passion start burning!
Changing the road can not cure my desire, -
my Dear, flames can not cease, they are just turning
from water to earth, from earth back to fire...
(From fire to tears, from tears to a pen,
from pen to the rhymes and to fire again.)
prostrados andámos
peixinho e eu
dei-lhe os pulmões
em troca de pele dourada