Hey Irmão

We were six or seven kids
Dreaming of being able to dream there at 17
Everything was so far away, there wasn't even internet
Danone yogurt lids on bike tires to pretend to have a moped

At Naldete's house, Alan with a toy car, a jet
No setlist, no blacklist
To play arcade games, we'd collect cans
We had nothing, but we had more than those who thought they had

I had my friends, it was enough
For party or for trouble, it's us, get out of the way!
When I remember us and let myself feel
I feel such a strong urge to cry that it makes me want to smile

And if I fell here, I know someone would come
I only regret the time I wasn't there
And if the trend now is ostentation, leave it to me
Instead of car names, I say my friends' names

Hey, brother!
Tell me how you're doing
The longing will still kill me
The longing will still kill me, yeah
Remember?
When everything was easy, we thought it was hard
But it was so good
Time that won't come back

Friends are one in a million
A needle in a haystack that fell into your hand
More water in the beans, the reasonless grudge
The sharing of bread, first and last communion
Friends are our joy
The most latent longing, the most present memory
A barbecue on the rooftop, a cold dawn
Waiting for the bus, the sun that brings the day

Friends are that car that starts with a push
A piece of the snack, company in the bank line
Life-saving advice, laughter over nonsense
Monday morning and Friday night
Friends are the courage that faces our fear
Friends are the safe to keep every secret
And if you count on your fingers how many friends you have
If you fill one hand, you're already doing very well