Brejo da Cruz
Chico Buarque
Cross Swamp
The novelty
That exists in the Cross Swamp
Is the children
Feeding on light
Hallucinated
Boys turning blue
And disembodying
There in the Cross Swamp
Electrified
Crossing the skies of Brazil
At the bus station
Assuming a thousand forms
Some sell tobacco
Some become Jesus
Many accordion players
Blind playing blues
Some miss
And dance maracatus
Some throw stones
Others walk naked
But there are millions of these beings
Who disguise themselves so well
That no one asks
Where these people come from
They are gardeners
Night guards, couples
They are passengers
Firefighters and nannies
They don't even remember
That there is a Cross Swamp
That they were children
And they ate light
They are cleaners
Swinging on the constructions
They are ticket sellers
Candy sellers and waiters
They don't even remember
That there is a Cross Swamp
That they were children
And they ate light
