O Show Tem Que Continuar

Attention, attention
Pericão has arrived
It's a pleasure, Mundo Bita

Lalaiá lalalá laiá
Lalaiá lalalá laiá
Lalaiá lalalá laiá

Your crying no longer plays my mandolin
Say that my voice suffocates your guitar
The strings loosened and so it goes out of tune
How poor the rhymes of our song
Today we are dead leaves
Muted metals
The curtain is closed, the hall is empty
If duets no longer meet
And the solos lost their emotion
If you run out of gas
To sing the simplest chorus

If we notice
That just one note
It already exhausts us
The show loses its reason
But we will find the tone
A chord with beautiful sound
And make it good
Our singing again
And we will be happy
Look at us again in the air
The show must go on

Lalaiá lalalá laiá
Lalaiá lalalá laiá
Lalaiá lalalá laiá

Your crying no longer plays my mandolin
Say that my voice suffocates your guitar
The strings will loosen and thus go out of tune
How poor the rhymes of our song
Today we are dead leaves
Muted metals
The curtain is closed, the hall is empty
If duets no longer meet
And the solos lost their emotion
If you run out of gas
To sing the simplest chorus

If we notice
That just one note
It already exhausts us
The show loses its reason
We will go to Paris
Rock at Olímpia
The show must go on
Look at the people asking for bis
Tickets will be sold out
The show must go on
Everyone who says it's over today
You will be amazed
Our love will continue

Lalaiá lalalá laiá
Lalaiá lalalá laiá
The show must go on