Cristina Branco "Construção" lyrics

Construção

Amou daquela vez como se fosse a últimaBeijou sua mulher como se fosse a últimaE cada filho seu como se fosse o únicoE atravessou a rua com seu passo tímidoSubiu a construção como se fosse máquinaErgueu no patamar quatro paredes sólidasTijolo com tijolo num desenho mágicoSeus olhos embotados de cimento e lágrimaSentou pra descansar como se fosse sábadoComeu feijão com arroz como se fosse um príncipeBebeu e soluçou como se fosse um náufragoDançou e gargalhou como se ouvisse músicaE tropeçou no céu como se fosse um bêbadoE flutuou no ar como se fosse um pássaroE se acabou no chão feito um pacote flácidoAgonizou no meio do passeio públicoMorreu na contramão atrapalhando o tráfego.Amou daquela vez como se fosse o últimoBeijou sua mulher como se fosse a únicaE cada filho como se fosse o pródigoE atravessou a rua com seu passo bêbadoSubiu a construção como se fosse sólidoErgueu no patamar quatro paredes mágicasTijolo com tijolo num desenho lógicoSeus olhos embotados de cimento e tráfegoSentou pra descansar como se fosse um príncipeComeu feijão com arroz como se fosse o máximoBebeu e soluçou como se fosse máquinaDançou e gargalhou como se fosse o próximoE tropeçou no céu como se ouvisse músicaE flutuou no ar como se fosse sábadoE se acabou no chão feito um pacote tímidoAgonizou no meio do passeio náufragoMorreu na contramão atrapalhando o público.* Amou daquela vez como se fosse máquinaBeijou sua mulher como se fosse lógico* Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes flácidasSentou pra descansar como se fosse um pássaro* E flutuou no ar como se fosse um príncipeE se acabou no chão feito um pacote bêbadoMorreu na contra-mão atrapalhando o sábado

Construction

He loved that time as if it was the last timeHe kissed his woman as if she was the last oneAnd each one of his sons as if they were the onlyAnd he passed through the road with his timid gaitHe climbed the construction as if he was a machineHe raised four solid walls on the landingBrick by brick into a magical designHis bloodshot eyes of cement and tearsHe sat down to rest as if it was SaturdayHe ate rice and beans as if he was a princeHe drank and wept as if it was a shipwreckHe danced and chuckled as if he was listening to musicAnd he stumbled on the sky as if he was a drunkardAnd he floated in the air as if he was birdAnd he ended up on the floor a limp bundleHe agonized in the middle of the sidewalksHe died against disrupting the traffic

He loved that time as if it was the last timeHe kissed his woman as if she was the onlyAnd each one of his sons as if he was a spendthriftAnd he passed through the road with his drunken gaitHe climbed the construction as if it was solidHe raised four magic walls on the landingBrick by brick into a logical designHis bloodshot eyes of cement and trafficHe sat down to rest as if he was a princeHe ate rice and beans as if he was the greatestHe drank and wept as if he was a machineHe danced and chuckled as if he was the next oneAnd he stumbled on the sky as if he was listening to musicAnd he floated in the air as if it was SaturdayAnd he ended up on the floor a timid bundleHe agonized in the middle of the sidewalks shipwreckedHe died against disrupting the public

* He loved that time as if he was a machineHe kissed his woman as if it was logical* He raised four brittle walls on the landingHe sat down to rest as if he was a bird* And he floated in the air as if he was a princeAnd he ended up on the floor a drunken bundleHe died against disrupting the Saturday