Dona Do Dom

Lady of the gift that God gave me
I know it is He who possesses me
And dissolves the stones of what I am
And raises in clouds of dust
Even when sometimes I don't want to
It always makes me be who I am and was

I want, want, want, want to be yes
This seraphim of the countryside procession
With wings of styrofoam
And sandals worn out like gestures of a shepherd

Prisoner of the gift that God placed in me
I know it is He who frees me
And breathes life when the dead hours
Men and women come to suffer from joy
Gin, smoke, pain, feedback
And still makes me be what I wouldn't be without Him

I want, want, want, of course yes
To illuminate the dark with my crimson bustier
Even when I cry
And I guess that's my end

Full of the gift that God gave me
I know it is He who absents me
And when nothing of what I am sings
And silence digs such deep grottoes
Because even there in the stone
He makes me be what never ends in me

I want, want, want, want to be yes
This fragile bird that flies in the backlands
The hollow of the bamboo
Whistle of chance, the flute of immensity