Trocando em Miudos [English translation]

I'll give you the measure of Bonfim

It didn't give me nothing

But I'll keep Pixinginha's record, yes?

The rest is yours

Making simple, you can keep it

The remannings of everything they call it a home

The shadows of everything that were us

The love folds in our sheets

Our best memories

The hope that everything will get it right

You can forget it

That ring, you can pawn it

Or melt it

But I should tell that I will not give you

The great pleasure of see me crying

Nor I wll charge you for the damage

My chest so torn

By the way

Take a help from your new love

To pay the rent

Give back the Neruda that you took me

And never read

I slam the gate without noise

An exit, a lot of missing

And the light impression that I'm going late

• Artist:Chico Buarque