Os Papéis
Luiz Carlos da Vila
The Papers
Laia, laia, laia
Laia, laia, laia
Laia, laia
Laia, laia
Laia, laia...oh!!! (REPEAT)
(The Papers)
The papers
That I stayed up all night to write a samba
Were ten or were a thousand, I couldn't count
My paper
Belonged to a faithless one who moved mountains
And in the sky of the faithful, the lord of such a feat
My feet
Always danced through the hands of a master
Or, instead, did everything to make me stumble
If it was God, I went on stage to ask for forgiveness
When I was me or not me, yes or no (REPEAT)
I was a shepherd
Of black, white, and colorless sheep
From the countryside and also from the city
I made myself your slave in the role of a lord
For love
That's when I saw that everything I wrote
And also all the paper I lived
I only lived for you
Oh! My great love
Laia
