Zelão

Every hill understood when Zelão cried
No one laughed, no one played, and it was Carnival
In the fire of a shack
Only illusions are cooked
Leftovers that the market left
And it's still not enough
But even so Zelão
Always said with a smile
That one poor person helps another poor person until things get better

It rained, it rained
The rain threw his shack to the ground
It wasn't even possible to save the guitar
That accompanied downhill the song
Of all the things the rain took away
Sad pieces of his heart.