Juvenília

I feel an immense emptiness and Brazil
That inherits the servile custom
Did not serve me
Youth
Adventure and fear
From an early age
Enclosed in steel bars

And a piece of my heart is yours
Shattered with hands
By God's hands
And the images
Divine transmissions
And cynicism
And European Protestantism

The first plane leaves
And I'm not coming back
And whoever comes to stay
To take care of you
Beautiful land
Still suffers the coming of pirates
Directionless mercenaries

And I even know who they are, yes I know
And you always get confused, say you don't
And come, come crying
Come to apologize
Come bleeding
To share the blame between us