O Circo

Go, go, the fun is about to begin
There's a band playing all night long
Come, come, come see the real circus
There's a ring and quality

Hurry, hurry, my people, you need to be smart
Whoever wants can go ahead, sees better up close
But in the middle of the revelry, late night, open sky
The wind blows protesting, hits the roof, breaks the canvas
So that the moon can also hitch a ride and see the party

Go, go, the fun is about to begin
There's a band playing all night long
Come, come, come see the real circus
There's a ring and quality

I remember the trapeze artist, how deadly his jump was
Swinging up high, he seemed like a toy
But it was so scary that Zezinho from the Trombone
A renowned musician forgot his own name
And hugged the microphone to play his tune

Go, go, the fun is about to begin
There's a band playing all night long
Come, come, come see the real circus
There's a ring and quality

I write verses for the clown who has been everything in life
He was a soldier, a carpenter, a serenader, a vagabond
Without sense and without sense, he made everyone happy
But deep down he didn't know that in his face he painted
All the charm of the smile that his people didn't smile

Go, go, the fun is about to begin
There's a band playing all night long
Come, come, come see the real circus
There's a ring and quality

With whip and stern face, the tamer becomes stronger
Half turn, turn and a half, half life, half death
Ending his work suddenly the beast disappears
The brave tamer is consumed by other beasts
His indifferent love, his life and his hunger

Go, go, the fun is about to begin
There's a band playing all night long
Come, come, come see the real circus
There's a ring and quality

The accordion speaks, the small flute speaks
That the best is yet to come now that the ballerina appears
That her body is of a lady, her face is of a girl
Those who cried no longer cry, those who sang are off-key
Because the dance only ends when the night is gone

Go, go, the fun is about to end
The band played all night long
The circus dies, reborn in memory
It's gone and I was still a child