Cigarra Antropofágica

Don't kill yourself, Carlos
It's Sunday, and it is still possible to see the Sun
Don't kill yourself today 'cause' tomorrow your son is going to play soccer
Yeah, and he wants you there
We are still kids, but we now hide to cry

Jeez, Carlos
Look around, everyone is enjoying themselves
You're the only one who doesn't want to play?

Carlos, you show your songs that you make to your friend
Life passes and that stays
Life passes and that stays
You singing your songs to who like to listen to you
Life passes, life passes
But you have to stay

Carlos my sweetie, life's going to smile to you
But you have to be here to see
And I'll be there just to cheer you up
Carlos my sweetie, life's going to smile to you
But you have to be here to see

Rain, the rain, raining
That my dear town
Is showering herself

Carlos my sweetie, life's going to smile to you
But you have to be here to see

God
I beg you for me to not end like this old English guy, right beside
That sleeps in a chair waiting for visits that never come

Lá-lá-lá-lá, lá-lá

Carlos my sweetie, life's going to smile to you
But you have to be here to see