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I don't want to drive myself crazy
I don't want to dress in red
I don't want to die in this world
I don't want to see you so sad
I don't want to know what you did
I don't want this pain in my heart
I hear the beat of a drum
in the desolation
and a radio
on a deserted street
The doors are closed
the windows too
Could it be that our people are dead?
I sense the end of a love
in the colorful era
the television is in the shop windows
all those people standing
who have grease on their skin
they don't realize
that the world keeps turning
I don't want to get into trouble
I don't want burning issues
I just tell them it's a downer
I don't want to sow anarchy
I don't want to live like Reagan
I have something to give you in my heart
I hear a tango and a rock
I feel like it's me
I would like to see the world celebrating
I see so many girls standing
so many crazies who in the end
I don't know if living is so hard for them
I don't want to see many more
delirious people out there
wandering on any street
in the cities you can see
that there's no extra time
joy isn't just Brazilian
I don't want to live paranoid
I don't want to see kids full of hate
I don't want to feel this depression
I'm looking for the pleasure of being alive
I don't care if I'm a bandit
I'm kicking trash in the alley