Alegria, Alegria
Silvio Brito
Joy, Joy
Walking against the wind
Without a handkerchief or ID
In the almost December sun
I'm going
The sun divides itself into crimes
Spaceships, guerrillas
In beautiful Cardinals
I'm going
In the faces of presidents
In big kisses of love
In teeth, legs, flags
Boom and Brigitte Bardot
The sun on the magazine stands
Fills me with joy and laziness
Who reads so much news
I'm going
Among photos and names
Eyes full of colors
Chest full of vain loves
I'm going
Why not, why not
She thinks about marriage
And I never went to school again
Without a handkerchief or ID
I'm going
I have a Coca-Cola
She thinks about marriage
And a song consoles me
I'm going
Among photos and names
Without books and without a gun
Without hunger, without a phone
In the heart of Brazil
She doesn't even know, I even thought
About singing on TV
The sun is so beautiful
I'm going
Without a handkerchief, without ID
Nothing in my pocket or hands
I want to keep living, love
I'm going
Why not, why not?
Why not, why not?
Why not, why not?
