Fantasia
Chico Buarque
Fantasy
And if, suddenly
We didn't feel
The pain we pretend
And feel
If, suddenly
We distracted
The iron of torment
To the sound of a song
Then, I would invite you
To a fantasy
Of my guitar
Sing, sing a hope
Sing, sing a joy
Sing more
Turning the night around
Revealing the day
Night and day, night and day
Sing the song of man
Sing the song of life
Sing more
Working the land
Pouring the wine
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Sing the song of pleasure
Sing the song of grace
Sing more
Preparing the paint
Decorating the square
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Sing the song of glory
Sing the holy melody
Sing more
Turning the night around
Revealing the day
Night and day, night and day