Balanço do Busão

In the swing of the bus, in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat
It's in the swing of the bus, it's in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat

In the swing of the bus, in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat
In the swing of the bus, in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat

In the back of the bus, I wanted her, she wanted
But there was an arm saying it couldn't
In the back of the bus, I wanted her, she wanted
But there was an arm saying it couldn't

This arm has no finger, this arm has no hand
It's not a guitar arm or a violin arm
It's not a river arm or a ghost arm
It wasn't my arm or the lady's arm

What hinders me from hugging my lady (what is it?)
Is the armrest of the seat

In the swing of the bus, in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat
It's in the swing of the bus, it's in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat

But Brazilians always find a way
I know how it is... I'm one of them
And the little couple, at the back of the bus, turning around in the greatest passion
So the journey continues

We turned around, changed positions
And still controlled who was being nosy
We turned around, changed positions
And still controlled who was being nosy

United in cuddles and passion
And the window our television
Making love in the third dimension
Just me and my lady

What hinders me from hugging my lady
Is the armrest of the seat

In the swing of the bus, in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat
In the swing of the bus, in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat

But then, the bus arrived at the bus station
And the little couple went straight home
And that's when the joy begins
Does it?

Arriving home, just me and my lady
We went to the bedroom but it was a mess
Arriving home, just me and my lady
We went straight to the bedroom but it was a mess

She wanted to leave, I said don't leave me
Because when we love, it doesn't have to be in bed
She, teary-eyed, went for the hug
I didn't take a step and the biggest embrace came to light

And since the accordion's tune doesn't change, we ended up staying
In the arm of another seat

In the swing of the bus, Osvaldinho on the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat
In the swing of the bus, in the sniffling of the accordion
What bothers is the armrest of the seat