I miss youI want to see your faceWhen you are in the top of meInside.

Sapatos gastos na calçada friaO asfalto guarda o que eu não diziaSigo sozinho enquanto a sombra guiaPassos lentosNesse ventoEu caminhoTalvez o norte seja ilusãoUm horizonte sem direçãoProcurando rastro na multidãoMedo do que viráEu caminho sozinho por aquiTu caminhas longe...

An angel, at midnight, flew through the skies,Singing a delightful song.The stars, the moon, together, listenedTo this radiant song of beauty. He sang of the joy where pure spiritsLive in the heavenly blue.He spoke of God, his praise wasAll ecstasy...

 ... in which contemporary cinema turns out to be underrated, and an unknown animator creates animation in red tones. A group of young people walked down a dark, narrow corridor covered with burgundy carpeting and entered a small, stuffy hall...