Debaixo do Pano
Ana Frango Elétrico
Under the Cloth
Under the cloth, inside the skirt
Time does not pass and does not want to pass
The cloth that covers, we look at each other
And pretend not to understand
That below the sky everything is ground
And above ground, everything can already be
Part of the universe
Repeat, remember
It's something like that
There's no point in insisting
What is much higher
Than Christ the Redeemer
Behind the electric trio
At the lighthouse, roast chicken
On the roads of this situation
When all the traffic lights are green
And Largo da Batata screams in commotion
Under the cloth, inside the skirt
Time does not pass and does not want to pass
The cloth that covers, we look at each other
And pretend not to understand
That below the sky everything is ground
And above ground, everything can already be
Part of the universe
Repeat, remember
It's something like that
There's no point in insisting
What is much higher
Than the Flying Circus
Behind the electric trio
At the lighthouse, roast chicken
On the roads of this situation
When all the traffic lights are green
And Largo da Batata screams in commotion
The way we fit together
It crushes us even
As if we lived in a
Matchbox
That can be very good
It may be very tasty, but
But, it hurts so much
To my bones
Under the cloth, inside the skirt
Time does not pass and does not want to pass
The cloth that covers, we look at each other
And pretend not to understand
That below the sky everything is ground
And above ground, everything can already be
