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