A Cidade Ideal

Dog: The ideal city for a dog
Has a post per square meter
No cars, no rush, no death
And I never feel cramped

Chicken: The ideal city for a chicken
Has streets full of worms
The belly gets so warm
That it turns corn into popcorn

Children: Pay attention because in this city
We run at full speed
And pay attention, things are getting dark
Restaurant roasting chicken

All: But no, but no
The dream is mine and I dream that
There must be green avenues
The city of my loves
And, if only, the residents
And the mayor and the sweepers
Were only children
There must be green avenues
The city of my loves
And, if only, the residents
And the mayor and the sweepers
And the painters and the sellers
Were only children
Cat: The ideal city for a cat
Is a plate of fresh tripe
There's sardines in a tin tram
There's rump at the end of the line

Donkey: Donkey is old, old and wise
And that's why he's already prepared
The city is a strange lady
Who smiles today and devours you tomorrow

Children: Pay attention, the donkey is wise
It's better to be well prepared
And look, cat, your fur
Will turn into a beautiful drum

All: But no, but no
The dream is mine and I dream that
There must be green avenues
The city of my loves
And, if only, the residents
And the mayor and the sweepers
Were only children
There must be green avenues
The city of my loves
And, if only, the residents
And the mayor and the sweepers
And the painters and the sellers
The ladies and the gentlemen
And the guards and the inspectors
Were only children