Bom Tempo
Chico Buarque
Good Time
A sailor told me
That the good breeze blew to him
That good time is coming
The fisherman confirmed to me
That the bird sang to him
That good time is coming
I work hard every week
Otherwise, ask Joana
Who won't let me lie
But finally it's Sunday
Naturally, I get my revenge
I'll spread around
In the rhythm of samba
I disguise the tiredness
Joana under my arm
Full of love
I'm going
On the road that leads to a golden beach
That leads to a kind of doing nothing
As nature commanded
I'm going
Satisfied, joy beating in my chest
The little radio telling right
The victory of my team
I'm going
Up there
The hot sun takes me in a leap
To the other side of the asphalt
To the other side of the pain
A sailor told me
That the good breeze blew to him
That good time is coming
The fisherman confirmed to me
That a bird sang to him
That good time is coming
I'm tired of the worried, busy
Rushed, worn out, beaten
Of my days
But once in a lifetime
I'm going to live the life
That I asked God for
In the rhythm of samba
I disguise the tiredness
Joana under my arm
Full of love
I'm going
On the road that leads to a golden beach
That leads to a kind of doing nothing
As nature commanded
I'm going
Satisfied, joy beating in my chest
The little radio telling right
The victory of my team
I'm going
Up there
The hot sun takes me in a leap
To the other side of the asphalt
To the other side of the pain
