Quando eles batem numa guitarra quebrada
As ruas têm um charme bem tropical
As embaixadas que ficam sem opções
Onde os turistas roncam e se descompõem
Você dançou em pleno fogo cruzado
Se mascarou e vai voltar pro passado
Passou calor num quarto equatorial
Não tem confete, não tem mais carnaval
You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted
Maré de azar, cantam canções funerárias
Pros garanhões, que são de bronze anabólico
Vão tropeçar na neblina do milênio
Até caírem e se desinflarem
You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted
Oh, and now you've had your fun (your fun)
Under an air-conditioned sun (sun)
It's burned into your eyes (your eyes)
Leaves you plain and left behind (behind)
I see them rise and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love
You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted
