Apesar de Você
Chico Buarque
In Spite of You
Tomorrow will be a brand new day
Tomorrow will be a brand new day
Tomorrow will be a brand new day
Today, you're in charge
Your word is the law
There's no argument, no
Today, my people go around
Talking sideways
And staring at the ground, see?
You, who invented this state
And conceived to invent
Every bit of darkness
You, who invented sin
Forgot to invent
Forgiveness
In spite of you
Tomorrow shall be
A brand new day
I ask you
Where you're going to hide
From such great euphoria
How will you forbid
When the rooster insists
On crowing?
New waters flowing
And all of us in love
On and on
When the time comes
This suffering of mine
I will charge with interest, I swear
All of this repressed love
This restrained scream
This dance in the dark
You, who invented sadness
Now, have the finesse
To uninvent it
You will pay double
For every tear shed
In this sorrow of mine
In spite of you
Tomorrow shall be
A brand new day
I'm dying to see
The garden flourish
Against your will
You won't like it at all
When the day shines
Without asking your permission
And I will die laughing
That this moment will happen
Sooner than you think
In spite of you
Tomorrow shall be
A brand new day
You will have to see
The morning reborn
With poetry to spare
How will you explain yourself
When the sky clears up
Suddenly, unpunished?
How will you drown out
Our singing choir
In front of you?
In spite of you
Tomorrow shall be
A brand new day
You're going down
Etcetera, and so on
La, la, la la laia