Palavra Gambiarra

God is an anteater
The wood that made my guitar, oh
The ice cream that fell from my hand the day before yesterday
At Aclimação Park, vanilla

God is a bonfire
A flag hoisted there on the edge of the expanding Universe
My verses that I sent to the cute little girl
She forgot to reply
She didn't even read it, damn

And I don't care if Beethoven is better than Jorge Ben
My dear, my dear
Between beer and Chopin
I prefer beer, oh, yeah

And it doesn't matter if Stravinsky is better than Jorge Ben
My dear, my dear
Between beer and Chopin
I prefer you, yeah
I prefer you
I prefer you

I say: Chop, chop, cut the tree
I say: Shop, shop, buy a car
I say: Shot, shot, drink vodka
I say: Shot, shot, kill a bird

Oh, the cute little bird on top of the tree
Not in this country!
I'll neutralize
Bang, bang, bang, ah
Hey Ricardinho, can you bring the whole herd?
Bring the herd and bring a backhoe, an axe, and whatever is needed

God is a star swallower
It's the bathroom where I cried on New Year's Eve, yeah
It's those dreams where you run and desperately ask for help
You scream loud but no sound comes out, ah

It's in the jurema leaf, in Capitu's eyes
It's in the kite, it's in Coca-Cola, it's in the Pope, it's in you
It's in Tom and João, in Iracema and Yemanjá
It's in the bossa nova beat, it's in the sea's sway

Podcast is on, the snake is on the ground
And it's the uncle who is my father's brother
Or it's the uncle nasalizing the vastness

In my country, there won't be a bomb that says sorry before exploding
The Big Brother of my Brazil
Is drumming and boi-bumbá, yeah

In my government, there won't be any more milkshakes or Shakespeare
To be or not to be
I prefer myself Tupi, yeah
I prefer myself Tupi
I prefer myself Tupi