Elegia [English translation]

Let my wandering hand enter

Behind, in front, on top, beneath, between

My America, my land in sight

Kingdom of peace if only a man conquers her

My precious mine, my happy

Empire of whoever penetrates thy mystery.

I free myself becoming your slave

Wherever my hand falls, I engrave with my stamp

Total nakedness all pleasure hails from the body

(Like the soul without a body) without vestments

Like garish bookbinding

Made for the illiterate, the woman dolls herself up

But she is a mystical book and only

Few are granted the privilege

Of reading her

Let my wandering hand enter

Behind, in front, on top, beneath, between

My America, my land in sight

Kingdom of peace if only a man conquers her

My precious mine, my happy

Empire of whoever penetrates thy mystery.

I free myself becoming your slave

Wherever my hand falls, I engrave with my stamp

Total nakedness all pleasure hails from the body

(Like the soul without a body) without vestments

Like garish bookbinding

Made for the illiterate, the woman dolls herself up

But she is a mystical book and only

Few are granted the privilege

Of reading her

I am one who knows

• Artist:Caetano Veloso
• Album:Cinema Transcendental