Marcelo Ou Eu Traí o Rock

No more age to hide
But without desire, money, you
Or plans, even my hundred years
How it should be out of shame to lose
Sight, like every Paulista capable of understanding

How deep it makes you seem
A microphone, a blasé little face
A scream, a very pretty cap
A guy to make something to drink
A vice, jumping off a cliff
Saying you want to die

At six in the evening stop running
To be real, life is to live
How boring, I don't sell myself cheap
Just not to be cliché, even because
I give up seeing and being seen, of this and of wanting

Go to the front of the peak and say
I don't believe in people who believe in rock
So don't provoke
That's with you and all your friends
Forget what I say, but let me say