Fala da Mulher Sózinha

I'm already crazy just being alone with nothing
I'm so tired of being a street, so rushed, so trampled
I'm so full of friendship
So pregnant with longing

Oh, one day I will tear apart this loneliness
And weave in the gaze of a song
Reach the peak, the top, the heights
Further and beyond
But knowing that I am someone

In the city, I'm madness, or a begonia, I'm jealousy
I who dreamed of being fire, a path, a shortcut, and distance
I have no place at the party
I'm the crumb that’s left