Debaixo do Pano
Ana Frango Elétrico
Under the Cloth
Under the cloth, inside the skirt
Time doesn't pass and doesn't want to pass
The cloth that covers, we look at each other
And pretend not to notice
That beneath the sky everything is ground
And above the ground, everything can already be
Part of the universe
Repeat, remember
It's that kind of thing
It's not worth insisting
On what's much higher
Than the Christ the Redeemer
Behind the electric trio
At the traffic light, roasted chicken
Through the roads of this situation
When all the traffic lights are green
And the Batata Square shouts in excitement
Under the cloth, inside the skirt
Time doesn't pass and doesn't want to pass
The cloth that covers, we look at each other
And pretend not to notice
That beneath the sky everything is ground
And above the ground, everything can already be
Part of the universe
Repeat, remember
It's that kind of thing
It's not worth insisting
On what's much higher
Than the Circo Voador
Behind the electric trio
At the traffic light, roasted chicken
Through the roads of this situation
When all the traffic lights are green
And the Batata Square shouts in excitement
The way we fit together
Crushes us
As if we lived in
A matchbox
It can be very good
It can be very enjoyable, but
But, it's so bad
For my bones
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
