THE SUIT OF MORALITY
A brawl broke out in TiranaInside the protesting crowd“You cross me, I’ll cross you”Hurly-burly, it turned into a party.
When a girl, right there in the squareHer soul filled with revoltMade the whole crowd laughWith one phrase, “fuck your folks.”
As soon as the news spread far and wideHumor burst out on every networkI, the rebel, will mess you upIn every verse, and every comment.
“But you, Bruna, are a poet”Your worth drops right before our eyesThat word, where did you find it?!It fits you like an oversized suit.
As soon as evening closed the curtainsOr maybe the world was fast asleep?!I started to weave my plansBecause I don't like it when there's noise.
So, let all of Facebook laughBecause the world doesn't change from wordsUnder this roof, where even the wolf falls silentUpon our lips, the waves die down.
I FORGOT WHERE I KEEP MY LOVE
Oh my darling, forgive me this time.I have neglected you lately.For this wretched politics took my mindAnd left us without kisses, without a wink of sleep.
Instead of drowning in your loveI am counting the scandals happening in Tirana.So come and take me from this black terrorFor my burning lips are starting to crack.
That friend with the comments appeared before meWho unfriended me, because I don't defend the government,I got a little heated, I drowned in debatesAnd completely forgot where I keep my love.
So today, I am turning off all the screensFor the “news holes” have left us sleepless.In our bed, we will weave our plansMay kisses and embraces flow like a river!
