Modernidade

I'm connected to the future
If the future is better
But the picture of this era
It's sad, it's sad, it's sad.

Noticing with wealth
Poverty is much greater
In the ballroom the party goes on
But outside people are worse off
I'm happy with my computer
Much happier for singing my forró
Brazil is a party, a rare force of joy
This magic that I sing, I know by heart
I know why in life
The laborer will never be a landowner
Because the poor can never be a baron
And the electric light doesn't return to the oil lamp
I know more about the value of thought
Wisdom from the time of the lamp
The joy of these people is a full table
It's no use hurting your heart
I'm connected to my time
This so-called modernity
I love a forró
With the city's swing
I love an accordion
A triangle, a Zabumba
A gong, and a voice
But the picture of this era
It's sad, it's sad, it's sad.