As Histórias do Cinema

And it reached the end of the movie
Back to where it began
A minute of silence
From those who laughed, from those who cried

And those who forgot about life
Now remember
Watching the credits rolling
The time on each cell phone

They go up to Paulista Avenue
Walking without speaking
The buildings seem like giants
The lights seem blinding

And life seems like a lie
Why doesn't it want to believe
That the stories of cinema
Are the ones that can't be real