Neguinho Poeta
Bebeto
Little Black Poet
Little Black was a dreamy poet
Dreamed like no one ever dreamed
And in anonymity he lived
Cultivating the flower of illusion
And just like every good dreamer
There was a muse in his life
To whom he always gifted
With phrases that were never heard
Little Black, the poet
Little Black, the poet
Little Black poet
Little Black, the poet
Little Black, the poet
Throughout the world in prose
Sailed on a sea of roses
Abused perfection
Made the ugly beautiful
Transformed the afflicted world
Into love, into unity
Little Black, the poet
Little Black, the poet
Little Black, the poet
Little Black, the poet
Little Black was a dreamy poet
Dreamed like no one ever dreamed
And in anonymity he lived
Cultivating the flower of illusion
And just like every good dreamer
There was a muse in his life
To whom he always gifted
With phrases that were never heard
Little Black, the poet
Little Black, the poet
Little Black, the poet
Little Black, the poet
