O Bêbado e a Equilibrista [English translation]
O Bêbado e a Equilibrista [English translation]
The afternoon was crumbling like an overpass
And dressed up for mourning a drunk man
Reminded me of Carlitos
The moon, just like the owner of a brothel
Asked from every cold star
Their brightness as rent
The clouds up on the sky's blotting paper
Absorbed the tortured stains
How stressful!
Insane!
A drunk man with a derby hat
Performed all cheeky
To the night of Brazil
My Brazil
That dreams about the return of Henfil's brother
About so many people departed
On a rocket's tail
Cries
Our kind motherland
Marias and Clarrisses are crying
On the soil of Brazil
But I know that such distressing pain
Can't be so worthless
Hope
Dances on a tightrope holding an umbrella
And on every step of this string
May get hurt
Misfortune!
Hope, a funambulist
Knows that every show
Must go on.
- Artist:João Bosco
- Album:Linha de Passe
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