As Vitrines [English translation]

I can see you going out around there

I told you that this town is a slit

-Give me your hand

- Look at me

- Don't do this

- Don't go there

Billboards giving color to you

They blur my vision

I could see you sighing in affliction

And leaving the session, laughing out loud

I can see you joking around, enjoying to be

Your shadow multiplying itself

In you eyes I can also see

Some showcases looking you passing by

In the gallery, every glare

Is like a day after another day

They're opening the hall

You pass in exposition

You pass without look at you watcher

Who is collecting the poetry

That you spill on the floor

• Artist:Chico Buarque