Roberto Carlos Aria Poem by Aldo Kraas

The sky is taller than the tallest three
And also it is out of reach to us
The sky is like a painting
And we dind't paint it
It was God who painted it
My language all the Brazilians can understand
Because they speak the same language that is portuguese
But when we tramslate portuguese to English
The translation gets kind of lost
Why?
Because the words are not the same
Walls can't talk. see, walk. or hear
Because they are not human like us
And they are just a thing
But it is the walls that separate us from the outside world
When you get mad you can't just smash your head against the wall and Pretend that your anger will get better
It won't
Trust me
Because I experienced anger before
And we have to know how to cope with anger