Supõe
Chico Buarque
Suppose
Suppose we've crossed paths in life
But always left each other behind
Because I was always walking down the avenue
And you were running across the streets
Suppose in a colorful rally
The square will finally reconcile us
Suppose we're from the same party
Suppose the square ignites
Flags flying in the air
And you start to sing
Suppose I cheer, moved
And suppose I am your song
Suppose you introduce yourself as a friend
And ask me my name and profession
You comment on the weather, if it's sunny or rainy
Or another pointless comment
Suppose I observe you, understanding
But I have nothing to add
Suppose you talk about life things
As if trying to pretend
That you have a lot to tell
That you're an original type
Suppose I laugh, amused
And suppose I am your song
Suppose we plan to meet at the movies
But you arrive in the middle of the session
Because your route has some issue
That only takes you in one direction
Suppose now the screen lights me up
You keep watching my profile
Suppose my hand so withdrawn
That doesn't notice your hand
That doesn't notice my hand
That's not a yes, that's not a no
Suppose I continue distracted
And suppose I am your song
Suppose good luck is our friend
And from 3 to 5 it could be
My dad happens to turn the corner
And you finally come to meet me, a woman
Suppose without thinking we hug
Suppose everything is as we predicted
It's the first time we love each other
Suppose you talk non-stop
Suppose time comes and goes
Suppose you're always original
Suppose we don't undress
And suppose I am your song