Beradêro

The sad eyes of the tape
Spinning on the recorder
A lady sewing clothes
With the Equator line
And the voice of the Saint saying
What am I doing
Up here on this platform

The paint colors the asphalt
Adorns the soul of the driver
It's the color in the city's color
Lipstick on the northern lip
The gaze sees such southeastern tones
And the kiss that you gave me from the northeast
Scratches the sky of the São Paulo mouth

Electric chairs of the Bahian
Sentence for the tourist to smell
And the loveless, the homeless
The passionless without an acre
In the chest of the chestless a arrow
And the illiterate gypsy
Reading the hand of Paulo Freire

The happiness of the sad
Sadness of the happy
Voices of a knife cutting
Like the laughter of the serpent
They are sounds of yes, however
Broken foot, silent verse
Scream in the people's hospital

They are sounds, they are sounds of yes
They are sounds, they are sounds of yes
They are sounds, they are sounds of yes
However
Broken foot, silent verse
Scream in the people's hospital

Yay yay yay, yay yay yay
Yay yay yay, yay yay yay

Catolé do Rocha
War square
Catolé do Rocha
Where the man goat bellows

Catolé do Rocha
War square
Catolé do Rocha
Where the man goat bellows

Bari bari bari
There's a bullet in my body
Bari bari bari
And it's not a coconut bullet

Bari bari bari
There's a bullet in my body
Bari bari bari
And it's not a coconut bullet

Catolé do Rocha
War square
Catolé do Rocha
Where the man goat bellows

Catolé do Rocha
War square
Catolé do Rocha
Where the man goat bellows

They are sounds, they are sounds of yes
They are sounds, they are sounds of yes
They are sounds, they are sounds of yes
However
Broken foot, silent verse
Scream in the people's hospital