Rock Romance de Um Robô Goliardo

Hello guys! Hello cool people! Hello folks!
I know you have the life you asked God for
And he gave
Very well! That's why I expect everything from you
But don't trust me: I don't exist!
I'm just a character saying this
And don't call me irresponsible
Why take life so seriously?
After all, life is an adventure we won't survive
Ah! Everything is already another trip!
Open with my old pocketknife your young tin heart
Get on the electronic boat of cheap emotion
Let's, on the crest of the wave
Give a cybernetic swing to the hours!
Pulsars, quasars, black holes, stars, war and peace
Love in the superstars
Goliard robot of this time
I narrate my life starting from the end
It's much better this way
I'll tell you the life I invented for myself

The sound from the speaker was playing and giving me a touch
And Chuck Berry, screaming
On his guitar was a shock
Halley's comets passing by
Stars in the Woodstock dust, heads, rolling stones
Jim, Jimi, John, Janis Joplin
And the folks from the suburbs
Cinemas, pompadours, motorcycles

(Rock 'n roll)

And I say more: It seems like it was yesterday!
I had stolen my father's car
Fought with the guy from the neighboring district over a girl
I was coming out of the shower
Brand new, an artist in front of the mirror!
Putting pomade in my hair
And mercury chrome on a razor cut on my face
I put on the leather jacket, started the motorcycle
Wanted to fly out to get my chick...
Get to the five o'clock session
Have an ice cream at the diner
Take a ride around
I was stepping out when my old lady jumped out of there
Very full of herself, calling me: Playboy! Rebel! Misguided!
As if she owned the world. And she quickly said
- To see life as it is!
- We raise such a creature
- Educate, give the best of everything
- House and food, clean clothes, love, affection, allowance
- And this adventurer ends up leaving school!
- Running away from home! Cursing the family!
- Wanting to be a rock singer!

I hit the tyrant road
Youth is a gift
Girls, dreams, a thousand flings, how good it is to show off!
Looking at the big city, full of fury and sound
Wanting to be a star, of sex, laser, and neon
Big city is a drag but rock sets the tone

What is the price of a man?
And me? How much do I pay to be happy?
Brown city, golden mouth of fools
Neon signs, arcades, Hertzian waves
A thousand scriptures, songs, other sounds!
Video games, comics, soap operas, television
Computer science, cybernetics, politics, electronics, acoustics
Large populations, revolutions
What destiny inc., limited garbage industry and giving
Anonymous society
Robbers, abandoned, drunkards, Indians, Northeasterners, migrants, prostitutes, street kids
Punks, poor, suicidal, lonely
Where do they come from?
Addicts, old people, bums
Plastic bags, crushed cans
Forgotten paper cups in the stadium
After games and beasts
Miserable! Always without bread and soon without a circus
Something in whose sight makes you want to die
And glory? And the honor of being human beings that God created
And placed just a little below his angels?
But these gentlemen want nothing!
Don't want to waste time
With this crap called people!
I'm not a dog
To live so humiliated like this

There are a billion inhabitants of this industrial park: Blacks, women, minors, children of the general crisis
Equal by the same bomb that will fall in the backyard
Idol and God of the sewers, the urban muse made me.
My success is knowing this and hitting everything for you

(Rock rock rock rock rock 'n roll)

That's it, guys! That's it, cool people!
Maybe we could say goodbye in a different way
But I'm an urban anthropophagist
A delicate cannibal in the city jungle
Sooner or later... I eat you. And you eat me!
Well, well! There has always been a little place for someone
Under my sheets

(Rock rock rock rock rock 'n roll)