Bossa 9

Blessing, Vinicius and Tom
Excuse me, sorry to disturb your peace and well-deserved rest
Up there must be wonderful, without fear
Without warfare, without poverty and unemployment
Give a hug to Ray Charles for me, another to Tim
But today I just came to vent
Because things are getting tough
It's not just in Ipanema, not just here in Rio that it's like this
But sometimes I feel like grabbing Antônio Carlos Jobim
Where fewer tourists come and where scared residents leave
Unfortunately, it's shameful to live in this state
Oh, Christ the Redeemer, arms open wide
Don't let the sound of gunfire drown out our verses

If I recite and if I complain it's because I love this place
If we cry it's because we know we deserve to smile
"Look what a beautiful thing, so full of grace
It's her, the girl, who comes and goes
In a sweet swing, on the way to the sea"
If I complain it's because I love this place

The beach is beautiful, the girls even more, so beautiful
So full of grace here at Posto Nove
No one disapproves, I go crazy
Just a little, a little more of this coconut water
It's worth coming here to see
My skateboard and walkman, I'm zen listening to this CD
Just go down Vinicius de Moraes
With the Lagoon behind and the open sea in front, believe me
It's breathtaking, the view, but it's good to be alert
Thieves come pedaling and strike at the right moment
It's a bike, a poet, and the police can't keep up
Who slips up becomes easy prey
Look what an ugly thing, a robbery on the sand
So many thieves and a tourist helpless lost even his shorts
It could even be a good samba, bossa nova, come and get it
Leave it to me, Poet, I'm a poet too
Everything I say comes from the heart, I'm not a Vinicius
But I also have this vice, forgive me
You know how it is? inspiration, we rhyme about nothing, mixing bad things with good things

"Look what a beautiful thing, so full of grace
It's her, the girl, who comes and goes
In a sweet swing, on the way to the sea"
If I complain it's because I love this place

Leave it to me, Maestro, I'll make my sound
I'm not a Jobim, but I rhyme in tune
I named my son like that, in his honor
And it was with him that I came to enjoy the scenery
We're just passing through, but we're not fooling around
It's the deep mystery, whether you like it or not
I've traveled half the world like a wandering top
But I always come back home to cure my dizziness
Wow! Haiti is not here, but Vigário Geral is right there
And everyone wants to climb Rocinha to control the hill
And the kids on the rooftop flying kites and fireworks
Wow! wow! Look at the crowd joking on the bus
Coming back from the beach to Baixada
Tomorrow there's work, if there's no massacre
Of innocent people and children tonight in the early hours
Wow! wow! look at the girl walking on the boardwalk
Selling her body but not her soul
Because of the love and beauty that exist
The sun set in Ipanema and she also applauded.