A Cidade Ideal

[introduction]
Donkey: At that point on the road we were already four friends.
We wanted to form a group, well.
We wanted to go to the city together, very well.
But, as we walked along,
when we started talking about this city, I realized
that my friends had some very strange ideas
about what a city is. Confused ideas,
each one's illusion. Crazy stuff...

[music]
Dog:
The ideal city for a dog
Has a lamppost per square meter
No cars, I don't run, I don't die
And I never feel cramped

Hen:
The ideal city for a hen
Has streets full of worms
The belly gets so warm
That it turns corn into popcorn

Children:
Attention because in this city
We run at full speed
And attention, things are getting dark
Restaurant roasting chicken

All:
But no, but no
The dream is mine and I dream that
There must be green avenues
The city of my loves
And, I wish, the residents
And the mayor and the sweepers
Were only children

There must be green avenues
The city of my loves
And, I wish, the residents
And the mayor and the sweepers
And the painters and the sellers
Were only children

Cat:
The ideal city for a cat
Is a plate of fresh tripe
There's sardines in a tin tram
There's sirloin at the end of the line

Donkey:
Donkey is old, old and wise
And that's why he's already prepared
The city is a strange lady
Who smiles today and devours you tomorrow

Children:
Attention that the donkey is wise
It's better to be well prepared
And look, cat, your fur
Will turn into a beautiful drum

All:
But no, but no
The dream is mine and I dream that
There must be green avenues
The city of my loves
And, I wish, the residents
And the mayor and the sweepers
Were only children

There must be green avenues
The city of my loves
And, I wish, the residents
And the mayor and the sweepers
And the painters and the sellers
The ladies and the gentlemen
And the guards and the inspectors
Were only children