Bem-te-vi

In the distance, a well-Te-Vi
"Te-te-vi vi ..."
I listen, I have nothing to say
Under the order to restrain myself.
The worm continues
"Well you see ... well-Te-Vi"
In languor, almost of pain
Did you feel is bitterness, hatred or love plateau?
If that's even his affliction
We're even in the heart
There is nothing to do
Unless sympathizing in suffering.
I repeat. Far away, singing the well-Te-Vi
Here I am speculating, I look at the blank sheet
Singing who knows what
Live wondering.