Praça Clóvis

In Clovis Square
My wallet was stolen
It had twenty-five cruzeiros
And your picture
Twenty-five

Frankly, I found it cheap
To get rid of
My life's delay
I should have torn it up
And I couldn't

That picture whose gaze
Hurt and haunted me
One day came the lancer
In that tight spot in the square
Twenty-five

Frankly, it was for free