Essa Cidade É Um Saco

Midnight, poorly lit court
There are two girls making out on the stairs
And the doorman doesn't see anything
And the doorman doesn't see anything
I said: Every night, every dawn

You only complain at home
In brasilia there is nothing
Only you, only you who doesn't see
This city sucks
Or are you the one who's boring?
Yeah, you just don't see it
That this city is not dead
It is you who was born old

Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Yeah, you just don't see it

Every Friday is Monday
For those who don't move their ass
Get out and go hang out
From home to school
From school to work
The guy never has a schedule
The guy never has a schedule
Only you, only you did not live

This city sucks
Or are you the one who's boring?
Yeah, you just don't see it
That this city is not dead
It is you who was born old

Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Yeah, you just don't see it

I don't have time to waste time with boring people
Today is dance day and I'm going to cure my hangover
Loud sound, low light
Juliette, disguise yourself

On the round the cane fogs up
While she throws it in your face
Somewhere out there
Getting high in the capital of brasa
Nighttime dangers? Call me
Here I feel at home
I don't have time to waste time with boring people
I don't have time to waste time with boring people

Never sleep troop
Never sleep troop
I am the enemy of the end
I put my block on the street

This city sucks
Or are you the one who's boring?
Yeah, you just don't see it
That this city is not dead
It is you who was born old

Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Aham aham yee
Yeah, you just don't see it