Verão em Calcutá
Nei Lisboa
Summer in Calcutta
The cow went to the swamp and got stuck
In the wake of this new old rock 'n' roll
And the old limousine of the song
Turned into a second-hand scooter
Crying over spilled whiskey
Remnants of a sorrow a la Vandré
That the more fierce, the more it passes
To the sound of the new kings of yeah-yeah-yeah
Time has no mercy for those who disguise
The farce of the spotlights
I stood there, thinking like that
What did the post have to say
About the luminous night, about the lovers
About the way of dawn of longing
In the levitating aura of travelers
In the eyes of a prophet without a place
The tired feet on the 101
Selling stories for dinner
Come on, baby, maybe, let's spend
A good summer in Calcutta
To the sound of the sea
Come on, baby, maybe
Everything will turn out
In a good summer in Calcutta
Let's get married there
The cow went to the swamp and got stuck
In the wake of this new old rock 'n' roll
And the old limousine of the song
Turned into a second-hand scooter
Rebellious modest of the future
Stars of an avant-garde past
Bizarre new faces of a post-war Brazil
Of dende informatics metric
Come on, baby, maybe, let's spend
A good summer in Calcutta
To the sound of the sea
Come on, baby, maybe
Everything will turn out
In a good summer in Calcutta
Let's get married there
