Tardes [English translation]

Afternoons fingering the word Friday,

Untangling my weekend.

So many afternoons.

Later it passes so quickly you can't see it,

You want to touch it but it's already gone.

You didn't see it.

And once again, I miss my share of faults.

I make low budget films, I go to sleep.

And I hang from the trapeze five days later,

Like a coldblooded bat.

And I call you

My seahorse, my imbalance.

I would kill for a gallop.

My seahorse, my imbalance.

I would kill to see what you see.

January, the tale starts from page one.

I look at the magazine horoscope and I laugh to myself.

And I see how the 90s passed.

And how the pieces, the boundaries, have moved.

And once again, I miss my share of faults.

I make low budget films, I go to sleep.

And I hang from the trapeze five days later,

Like a coldblooded bat.

And I call you

My seahorse, my imbalance.

I would kill for a gallop.

My seahorse, my imbalance.

I would kill to see what you see.

• Artist:Amaral
• Album:Amaral