Dezembros [English translation]

Nevermore the morning nature

and the beauty in the city's artifice

In a building without windows,

I drew her eyes

among traces of bullets

and the television lights.

My eyes have the hunger of the horizon

Her face is a mirror with no promises

Through Decembers I traverse

Through oceans and deserts (too)

Seeing death so close to me,

my life is in its hands.

The train leaves, on the starless night

And the day comes,

Neither I, nor the train, nor her.1

Nevermore the nature, nevermore...

1. This part might mean that, though a new day is coming, none of those mentioned are coming along with the break of dawn.

• Artist:Fagner