SOFRO DA JUVENTUDE
I SUFFER FROM YOUTH

BAIÃO QUEBRADO

I suffer from youth.
That damned thing.
When it’s almost ready,
It falls apart and fries.

Deny the mouth of the Father
To discover for myself,
Despair of myslf in fear
Before every secret.

Oh my Father, the director and the honorable judge
Judge, judge, judge.
Threw me in the ditch
Where I hear:
Bone bone bone.
In sweet pleasures and in torture
In full orgasm,
That buzzard, that alighting
Prepares me,
Separates me
From the seed:
I hear, I hear, I hear
And cloak myself
In the plague
For the feast of the colossus.

(I made this song listening to the songs of the young rock composers of Brazil. -Zé)