Vila do Sossego [English translation]

Oh, I don't know if it were the elders whom used to say

In his papyri Papillon already told me

In torture all flesh betrays itself

Which normally, usually, fatally, fortunately

Casually the nerve contracts

Oh, with precision

In the air planes that vomits parachutes

In the pillboxes, alive houses, if you die

And in the frenzies my craze fears

The marriage, the break up, the sacrament, the document

Like a hobby I want to see you

Oh, with affliction

My treponema isn't pale or viscous

And my gametes group themselves in my sound

And the cherub girls see again

A submissive commitment, tumble in the tenement

Call Father "Ciço" to bless me

Oh, with devotion