Quinta Cínica

I saw you singing on the street so beautiful
It seemed like time stood still
About the cynical Thursday moonlight
So cynical that almost fooled me

Wasted life, paint me
I count the cursed paints and colors
Your blue gold poisoned us like the Maldives
Mom, I'm screwed, she used to say
Dreams every day and never got used to it

I saw you singing my weird song
In the fable of the guys on the subway
Want to imitate me, I talk and mime
So stupid that almost loved me

Kisses, call me, contradict me
I'm good at picking fights
Give me a story, hey-hey-hey
Dad, I'm screwed, it's me, Rodrigo
Your good old friend
Whose life unfolded
Oh-oh-oh

I see you at four twenty at home
We who set the rhythm and blaze
I'll devour you, devour you
Mô-ô-ô

I know we're worth nothing
Our love song is a joke
I want to date you, I want to chill with you
I want to see your home, from there
Have coffee looking at the sea
Climbing the mango tree, oh
Write a sweet verse with the taste of pitanga

Ah-ah
Ah-ah, yeah
Ah-ah
Ah