Pelas Tabelas
Chico Buarque
By the Tables
I walk with my head already by the tables
Of course, no one realizes my distress
When I saw everyone on the street in yellow shirts
I thought it was her pulling a string
Eight o'clock and I dance in a yellow shirt
Maybe my head will make peace like this
When I heard the city at night banging pots
I thought it was her coming back to
My head at night banging pots
Probably doesn't let the city sleep
When I saw a bunch of people going down the slums
I thought it was the people coming to ask
For the head of a man looking at the slums
My head rolling at Maracanã
When I saw the crowd applauding the tables standing
I swore it was her coming
With my head already by the tables
Of course, no one realizes my distress
When I saw everyone on the street in yellow shirts
I thought it was her pulling a string
Eight o'clock and I dance in a yellow shirt
Maybe my head will make peace like this
When I heard the city at night banging pots
I thought it was her coming back to
My head at night banging pots
Probably doesn't let the city sleep
When I saw a bunch of people going down the slums
I thought it was the people coming to ask
For the head of a man looking at the slums
My head rolling at Maracanã
When I saw the crowd applauding the tables standing
I swore it was her coming
With my head already in a basin
Of course, no one realizes my distress
When I saw everyone on the street in yellow shirts
I thought it was her pulling a string
Eight o'clock and I dance in a yellow shirt
Maybe my head will make peace like this
When I heard the city at night banging pots
I thought it was her coming back to
My head at night banging pots
Probably doesn't let the city sleep
When I saw a bunch of people going down the slums
I thought it was the people coming to ask
For the head of a man looking at the slums
My head rolling at Maracanã
When I saw the crowd applauding the tables standing
I swore it was her coming
With my head already by the tables
Of course, no one realizes my distress
