O Show Tem Que Continuar

Lalaia lalaia laia
Lalaia lalaia laia
Lalaia Lalaia laaaia

Your crying no longer touches
My mandolin
Says my voice suffocates
Your guitar
The strings have loosened
And so it goes out of tune
And poor the rhymes
Of our song

Today we are dead leaves
Muted brass
The curtain closed
Empty the hall

If the duets no longer meet
And the solos lost their emotion
If the gas ran out
To sing the simplest refrain

If we notice
That just one note
Already exhausts us
The show loses its reason

But we will find the pitch
A chord with a beautiful sound
And make it good
Again, our singing
And we will be happy
Look at us on the air again
The show must go on

We will go to Paris
Rock at the Olympia
The show must go on

Look at the people asking for more
Tickets will sell out
The show must go on

Everyone who says today
It's over, will be amazed
Our love will continue

Lalaia lalaia laia
Lalaia lalaia laia
Our love will continue
Lalaia lalaia laia
Lalaia lalaia laia