Os Números

My friends, that night I had a hallucination
I dreamed of a bunch of numbers invading my countryside
It's so coincidental that I wrote this song

Talk about number one
Talking about number one doesn't require much study
You only get married once and it was a God who created everything
You only live one life, you only wear one coat

Now the twelve
Just thinking about twelve makes me almost give up
There are twelve months of the year, twelve apostles of Christ
Twelve o'clock is noon, as said and as seen

Now the seven
Seven days of the week, seven musical notes
Seven colors in the rainbow of divine regions
And if you paint seven so much, I can't take it anymore

Two
And in both cases, man fights between different things
Good and evil, love and war, black and white, animals and people
Rich and poor, light and dark, night and day, body and mind

Now the four
And four is important, four cardinal points
Four seasons, four feet have the animal
Four legs have the table, four days the carnival

To close
I talked about so many numbers, maybe I forgot some
But the things I said aren't very common
Whoever knows, tell someone else, or be left with none