O Bêbado e A Equilibrista

The evening fell like a bridge
And a drunk dressed in black
Reminded me of Charlie...

The moon
Like the madam of the brothel
Asked each cold star
For a shine to rent

And clouds!
Up in the blotter of the sky
Sucked on tortured stains
What a struggle!

Crazy!
The drunk with a top hat
Made a thousand irreverent moves
For the night of Brazil.

My Brazil!...
That dreams of the return
Of Henfil's brother.
With so many people who left
On a rocket's tail

Crying!
Our homeland
Gentle mother
Marias
And Clarisses
Weep on Brazilian soil...

But I know, that a pain
So piercing
Won't be in vain
Hope...

Dances on the tightrope
With an umbrella
And with each step
On that line
You could get hurt...

Wings!
The acrobat's hope
Knows that the show
Of every artist
Must go on...