La bossa nostra

Corpas: Now I want to introduce you
To an excellent musician
A great guitarist born in Bahia
In Bahia, in Bahia Blanca
I'm going to introduce you to Lampinho
With which we made La Bossa Nostra
One day we were walking together through Copacabana
Do you remember Lampinho? Copacabana
The sea was so beautiful

Lampinho: Yes, the sea

Corpas: Hehehe, the Brazilian sea
The sun was wonderful

Lampinho: Hehe, the Sun

Corpas: The Sun of Brazil, do you remember Lampinho?

Lampinho: No

Corpas: No, no, I don't remember
Remember those beautiful things about our Brazil
Cachaça

Lampinho: Bananas

Corpas: Feijoadas

Lampinho: Hey, hey, Bananas

Corpas: Well Lampinho, there are not only bananas in Brazil
No?, for example soccer, Pelé

Lampinho: Pelé Bananas

Corpas: Good, Lampiño sarava, better sarava
Teacher
Chorus: Oh Sun, oh Sun, oh Sun, oh Sun, oh Sun
Oh, burning and ardent Sun
Oh, Sun, cook of people
Oh, Sun so firm and burnished
Oh, Sun of burning fire
That burns even the surname
Oh, G, oh G sharp
Oh, Sun
Oh, G flat

Corpas: (Same as first part of the stanza)

I like to lie on the sand
From the serious beach
Roasting my gentle body
Grilling from the front and from the side
I liked it to the point of paroxysm
With bestiality
From the Sun of Brazil

Chorus: The taste of the sun is in sight
He is a true soloist

Corpas: I will tell a story
What happened once on the beach... Hey, hey!
Samba school: No Brazil is a blessing

How digestion is done
From Botafogo to Ipanema
You don't have to take an enema
Because, with all due respect
Brazil... It's so digestive

Corpas: No, enough, enough!
I will tell you a story
What happened once?
And much better you
That you leave me
Don't interrupt me
Chorus: Tell your foreign story
At one time, at two and at three
Corps: Okeis
A sunny day on the beach
Dreaming of beautiful things
He was chewing a banana
The most folkloric fruit
Enjoying fresh shavings
On Copacabana Beach

I was happy not to have such a fiery Sun, wasn't I?

In the burning area

When suddenly

A darkening!

Um what?
A darkening!
In broad daylight?
Eah, it was night in the middle of the day
No!

Corpas: Eah
Such a thick shadow
Such a big shadow
It was a shadow produced
The chairs of a girl

It was a garota that had: (Samba Batucada)
A walk, a gazelle's walk
Wasp waist
Velvet skin
Flax hair
Hands of Eurydice
We use little feet, we use cubic feet
Achilles heel
Nutmeg
Front finger
Popular front
And language, language, dead language
Palmas de Mallorca
Homo sapiens
Heart mouth
Sea buttocks
And a pubis and a pubis

Priest: Oh! No! (Enough!), hmm stop sinner!
Pubis pro-nobis
Corpas: Continue the relationship
From such a colossal rise
The chase begins
The wobbly chairs
We crossed Copacabana
Under the burning sun
And we cross Ipanema
Enduring the burning sun
When I couldn't take it anymore
Taking a lot of courage

I decided to throw myself or throw myself
I said to make a romance
You said such beautiful things
That a girl gave me a date
To dance in a nightclub
That very night

Lampinho: And how was the end?
Does such a colossal story exist?
Corpas: The ending was very vile
Because of Brazil
Oh Sun so burning and cruel
My skin burned all over
I had burned everything
From bow to stern
Not even naked
I could hold clothes
Chorus: Damn the beach
Damned killer sun

Corpas: I lost skin, I lost girl
I lost a thousand other things
Samba school: Long live the cariocas beaches
Long live the Sun of Brazil

School: Laralarala (same as the first time)