Praça Clóvis
Paulo Vanzolini
Clovis Square
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
