O Preço da Flor [English translation]

What price for this flower?

That comes from an enumerated lot

Manufacture in the state of Rio

And has

A Pin so closed

So unused to the cold

But I shrink the desire

I choose in the neighborhood

A place to hide

And go

One more almost kiss

But only the night covers

The defects of being

What price for this flower?

That goes among the many strands

Of hair in the voids of color

And falls when the wind blows the proof

That the dry mouth has its flavor

But shrugs the fingers

And have in your eyes

The fear of running away

And it goes

One more almost touch

In the skin that burns

From so much pretending

What price for this flower?

That falls from the listed lot

Without manufacturing or state of Rio

And has

A Pin so closed

So unused to the cold

But I curl my fingers

And squint in my eyes

The fear of running away

And it goes

One more almost touch

From the mouth that burns

From so much pretending

• Artist:Mallu Magalhães