O Bêbado e a Equilibrista

He fell
The afternoon like a viaduct
And a drunk dressed in mourning
Reminded me of Charlie Chaplin

The Moon
Just like the owner of a brothel
Asked every cold star
For a rented shine

And clouds
There in the blotter of the sky
Sucked tortured stains
What a suffocation!

Crazy
The drunk with a coconut hat
Made a thousand irreverences
For the night of Brazil
My Brazil

That dreams
Of the return of Henfil's brother
With so many people who left
In a rocket tail

Cries
Our gentle motherland
Marias and Clarisses cry
On the soil of Brazil

But I know
That a pain so poignant
Shall not be in vain
Hope
Dances on the tightrope with an umbrella
And at every step of this line
It can get hurt

Bad luck
The tightrope walker hope
Knows that every artist's show
Must go on