Sem Fantasia [English translation]

Come on, my idle boy

Come, without lying to yourself

Come, but come without fantasy

What about night coming day?

You will not grow

Come, please do not avoid

My love, my invitations

My pains, my appeals

I'll wrap you in the (my) hair

Come, lose yourself in my arms

For the love of God

Come that I want you weak

Come that I want you (to be) silly

Come that I want you all mine.

Ah, I want to tell you

That the instant I see you

Has cost me so much pain

I will not regret it

I just came to convince you

That I came not to die

Having waited so long for you

I want to tell you

Of the rains I've collected

Of the nights spent

In the dark searching for you

I want to show you

The marks I won

In the fights against the king

In discussions with God

And now that I have arrived

I want the reward

I want the huge gift

Of your affections.

• Artist:Chico Buarque
• Album:Chico Buarque de Hollanda - Vol. 3 (1968)