A Malucada Pirou

And the crazy ones went crazy, crazy, crazy, in rock n'roll
And the crazy ones went crazy, crazy, crazy, in rock n'roll

There's crazy people on the road, hitchhiking and walking
In a car, on a bike, in a flying saucer
Hey rock n'roll

And the crazy ones went crazy, crazy, crazy, in rock n'roll
And the crazy ones went crazy, crazy, crazy, in rock n'roll

Each crazy person with their own way
Some with stress, others with poetry
From musician to crazy, everyone has a bit of philosophy
Hey rock n'roll

And the crazy ones went crazy, crazy, crazy, in rock n'roll
And the crazy ones went crazy, crazy, crazy, in rock n'roll

The crazy bus station is a gas station
Crazy people don't stick to cities, they don't care about routine
Hitchhiking through the roads, cutting through Brazil

The crazy bus station is a gas station
Brazil is my home and Minas is the kitchen
Bahia is the living room
Amazonas is the backyard garden

The crazy bus station is a gas station
Paraná is the hallway and the balcony is in Santa Catarina
Rio Grande do Sul is the bedroom
São Paulo, the workshop

The crazy bus station is a gas station
Canoa Quebrada, Iracema, Guriri, Jenipabú
Jericoacoara, Arembepe, Itacaré, Ilha do Mel, Guarda do Embaú

The crazy bus station is a gas station
From Milho Verde to Ibitipoca
From São Jorge to Monte dos Pirineus
From Aldeia Hippie to Chapada Diamantina
From Sana to Trindade, Maromba, São Thomé

The crazy bus station is a gas station
Rio de Janeiro, Vitória, Campo Grande, Brasília, Teresina
Campina Grande, Mato Grosso, Curitiba, Tocantins, Itapipoca
Cabrobró is my garden

The crazy bus station is a gas station
From Salvador to Maceió is a short trip
Recife to Petrolina
From Maranhão to Ceará, from Paraíba to Natal
To me, everything is a backyard

The crazy bus station is a gas station