Carnaval For Sunday carnival there is no remedy I lock myself in to try to escape harassment; But suddenly I lack strength in my building: What a bore. I kind of accidentally find the door. I walk through the long, crooked staircase, And I finally find a dead light: What do I care? It's another apartment; and you can see The candle lit, clearing over the TV A voice calls me with desire, unintentionally It's you. A long kiss, the same sweat wets us The darkness is still present And I devour your warm body with fervor And burning. It's carnival; the folia rolls outside I'll pack my things, my clothes, and I'll leave. But I still want to see you, and why not Now.