Baião de Rua

City kid's eyes
Don't take long to goof off
Car, fridge, freedom
Everything cries for your gaze

It's a naked boy
Who sprouted from the ground
Near the traffic light
Lost the light, begging for bread

When the white moon
Rises in pieces over the construction
I keep dreaming in your arms
And fall asleep in front of the TV

Everything turns blue
When night falls
Where life goes
Until the sun rises

We are one, we are two, we are three
On the asphalt, we are four
Against five
We are seven, switchblades

One cookie for us eight
And a billion for the baron
Oh baião
From Brazil, baião

One anum, two rice
Three checkers, stick it to the cat
Duck foot, chick foot
A kid and his razor

No ball, I want glue
Oh baião
From Brazil, baião
The thrush has already flown away, disappeared