Ruin

Ruins of a castle never built
I am the dream of becoming
One not proud enough to yell:
"I am not human" (but could be!)

Cloverfield

On a field of clovers she lays

so beautiful, so distant

I am but a victim to her face

So white and enchanting

A curse or a blessing is this

The wind brings me such a smell

of beaty of nature and woman

Opium to my senses, makes me fall

on my knees I am complete

As long as the wind blows

Pés

Se esse rua, se essa rua fosse minha

Eu mandava, eu mandava ladrilhar
Com pedrinhas, com pedrinhas bem cortantes
Só pro meu, só pro meu amor sangrar.



Gangrena-a
Gangrena-a-a-a
Gangrena-a
(Vai) seu pézinho necrosar!

She's Summer Rain

She's like the weather
on a summer day:
warms drops of water
falling over me.

She's arround me,
She surrounds me.

Her breath is the wind
that numbles my senses.

Beauty is her curse,
love is her course.
She's damned, like me.
We, both,
rush to our deaths.