Clube da Esquina Nº 2 [English translation]

Why he called himself young man

For it called itself road

A trip made of wind

He can't remember if he looked back

At his first step step tep tep...

Why they called themselves men

For yet they call themselves dreams

And dreams don't get old

In the midst of all this much teargas

They're kept cool

And there it goes

One more day

Ah ah...

And you just have to rely on the beat

And you just have to rely on yourself

For the flame has no wick

Anything makes out for a song

And the heart on the turn of a river river river river...

Anything makes out for a song

And the heart on the turn of a river river river river...

And the river made of asphalt and people

Dashes down the slopes

Clogs the curb

Angles more than a million

So I wanna see the people people people...

• Artist:Milton Nascimento