História Estranha
Oswaldo Montenegro
Strange Story
Every story was a sign
What the minstrel invents
And I was like that, a little abnormal
I thought I was going to be a hero
Smoking Hollywood
Selling health
Browsing crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
And dirty with salt
Every movie was fatal
The eighties flew
Towards your end
And I thought I was going to be a hero
Smoking Hollywood
Selling health
Browsing crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
And dirty with salt
Every crazy person is if it weren't also here
Hummingbird rain, I'm a crazy saint, ah!
I love you and jazz
Behind, where behind the sun
Our dream of flying
It was a strange story
That I always wanted to decipher
But today I tell without thinking
That explanation I know if there is no
There is plenty of light in this chaos of passions
In the center of an empty plateau
As if it were anywhere
As if life were a danger
Like there's a knife in the air
As if it were urgent and necessary
How do you need to vent
Any way to love varies
And Léo and Bia knew how to love
