Ele me deu um beijo na boca [English translation]

He gave me a kiss on the mouth and told me

Life is hollow like the hood

Of a headless baby

And I laughed a lot

He said: like the cap of drunk fox

And I said: enough of your talk

Of bottomless puddle

I know that the world

Is a flow with no ground

And it's only in the hollow of your chest

That runs a river

But he agreed that life is good

Despite it being just the crown:

The face is the emptiness

And he laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and was laughing

Said: Enough philosophy

To me it would be enough if the mayor did something about it

In the city of Bahia

This would affect all the people on earth

And we would see the birth of a warm peace

The sons of the cold war

It would be an anti-accident

Like a rhyme

Deactivating the plotting of that prophecy

That Vicente told me about

According to astronomy

That in November of the year that is beginning

Seven stars will align in Scorpion

Like it did on the day of the bomb of Hiroshima

And he looked at me

From above and said, to me

Delfim, Margaret Thatcher, Menahem Begin

Politics is the pits

And the critics should stay away from poetry

The Time Magazine wants to say that the Rolling Stones

Don't fit in the world of Time Magazine anymore

But I say (He said)

That what doesn't fit anymore is the Time Magazine

In the world of the Rolling Stones Forever Rockin' And Rolling

Because to forge contempt for the living

Is to promote reactive desires

Apaches, punks, existentialists, hippies, beatniks

Of all times, unite

I said yes, but yes, but not even that

Just a few saints, if that many, on their own

And alone

Buthe said to me: You are sad

Because your lady is abandoning you

And you don't resist, when she shows up

She comes and installs her chaotic cosmetic

You start to look with your gothic eye

Of a legitimate christian

But I am black, my negro

I know that it doesn't deny and even activates

The old mulatto rhythm

And the lion roars

The fact is that there is an isthmus

Between my God

And your Gods

I'm from the klan of Djavan

You are a fan of Donato

And we don't care about the christian trio

Od Dylan Zimmerman

He would even say more

But the song has to end

And I answered:

The God that you feel is the God of the saints

The iridescent surface of the hollow ball

My gods are baby heads with no hoods

It was a moment of no fear and no desires

He gave me a kiss on the mouth

And I corresponded to that kiss

• Artist:Caetano Veloso
• Album:Cores, Nomes (1982)