eu quis comer lixo

eu quis respirar fumaça

e dançar violentamente

esperava me purificar

assim de repente

We taught ourselves how to live. We learned about regret and we don’t need it. Paradiso perduto. It doesn’t matter anymore.

What was once respect has now been laid down on the floor. Worn faces you don’t care about anymore. Running with rocks in their pockets.

They quit too easily, tired of things being too hard. We will be aware of our own contradictions and we will make mistakes. Don’t need regret.