À Palo Seco [English translation]

If you come to ask me where I've have been

In the time when you still dreamed

With open eyes, I will say:

Friend, I despair

I know that talking like this you may think

That this despair is fashionable in '76

But lately I've been really discontented

Desperately I scream in Portuguese

But lately I've been really discontented

Desperately I scream in Portuguese

I am twenty-five years old

Of dream and blood

And of South America

By virtue of this fate

An Argentinian tango

Does me much better than a blues

I know that talking like this you may think

That this despair is fashionable in '76

And what I want is that this bent melody

As a knife, cut off your flesh

And what I want is that this bent melody

As a knife, cut off your flesh

• Artist:Belchior
• Album:Belchior (Mote e Glosa) (1974)