Os Passistas

Come, I will place my hand on your hip
Multiply your feet by many thousand
Gaze at the sky
Spin
The pain
Defines our whole life
But these steps set the trend
And will tell the world where to go
Sometimes you turn to me
In the dance, without realizing at last
That you also
Love
But, oh!
We are just two mulattos
Striking poses in the pictures
That the light of life imprinted on us

If we faded, others would reveal themselves at the carnival
We stole ourselves from God Time and gave ourselves freely to total beauty, come

We
Postcard with bulls in Madrid
The Corcovado and the Redeemer from here
Savior
Rome
Love
Wherever we are together
Subjects of hands and feet will multiply
And the recesses of being