Tropicália

When Pero Vaz Caminha
Discovered that the Brazilian lands
Were fertile and green
He wrote a letter to the king
Everything planted there
Grows and flourishes
And the Gauss of the time recorded

Above my head, the airplanes
Under my feet, the trucks
Pointing against the plateaus
My nose

I organize the movement
I guide the Carnival
I inaugurate the monument
In the Central Highlands of the country

Long live Bossa, sa, sa
Long live Palhoça, ça, ça, ça, ça
Long live Bossa, sa, sa
Long live Palhoça, ça, ça, ça, ça

The monument
Is made of crepe paper and silver
The green eyes of the mulatto
The hair hides
Behind the green forest
The moonlight of the backlands

The monument has no door
The entrance is an old
Narrow and crooked street
And on the knee a child
Smiling, ugly and dead
Extends the hand

Long live the forest, tá, tá
Long live the mulatto, tá, tá, tá, tá
Long live the forest, tá, tá
Long live the mulatto, tá, tá, tá, tá

In the inner courtyard there is a pool
With blue water from Amaralina
Coconut tree, breeze and northeastern speech
And lighthouses

In the right hand there is a rosebush
Authenticating eternal spring
And in the garden the vultures stroll
All afternoon among the sunflowers

Long live Maria, ia, ia
Long live Bahia, ia, ia, ia, ia
Long live Maria, ia, ia
Long live Bahia, ia, ia, ia, ia

In the left wrist the bang-bang
In his veins flows
Very little blood
But his heart
Swings a tambourine samba

Emits dissonant chords
Through the five thousand speakers
Ladies and gentlemen
He sets his big eyes
On me

Long live Iracema, ma, ma
Long live Ipanema, ma, ma, ma, ma
Long live Iracema, ma, ma
Long live Ipanema, ma, ma, ma, ma

Sunday is the height of the bossa
Monday is in the dumps
Tuesday goes to the farm
However

The monument is very modern
Said nothing about the model
Of my suit
Let everything else go to hell, my dear

Let everything else go to hell, my dear

Long live the band, da, da
Carmen Miranda, da, da, da, da
Long live the band, da, da
Carmen Miranda, da, da, da, da