Cigarra Antropofágica
Airam Capuani
Anthropophagic Cicada
Don't kill yourself, Carlos
It's Sunday and you can still see the sun
Don't kill yourself today because tomorrow your son will play soccer
Yeah, and he wants you to go
We are still children but now we hide our faces to cry
Come on, Carlos
Look around, everyone is playing
Why don't you want to play?
Carlos, you showing your songs that you made for your friend
Life goes by and that remains
Life goes by and that remains
You singing your songs for those who like to listen to you
Life goes by, life goes by
But you have to stay
Little Carlos, life will smile at you
But you have to be there to see
And I'll be there to watch you
Little Carlos, life will smile at you
But you have to be there to see
Raining, rain, raining
That the city of my love
Is all washing itself
Little Carlos, life will smile at you
But you have to be there to see
Lord
May I never end up like that old Englishman over there
Who sleeps in a chair waiting for visitors who don't come
La-la-la-la, la-la
Little Carlos, life will smile at you
But you have to be there to see
