Lira dos Vinte Anos
Belchior
Lyre of the Twenty Years
The sons of Bob Dylan
Clients of Coca-Cola
Those who ran away from school
We all come back home
One wanted to go all out
Another to be a rolling stone
Then, money comes into play and devastates
And goodbye, good ball players!
Mom! How can this happen?
Ah! My heart, the big bad wolf, can't take it!
And we walk in a hurry
Ended up arriving late
At the end of the fifties!
My father doesn't approve of what I do
Nor do I approve of the son he made
Without blood in his veins, with nerves of steel
I reject the hug he gives me each month
