Você, Eu e a Orgia

Listen sweetheart
You can't leave me
This love triangle
Can't end
Let's not separate
We are verses of poetry
You and me, orgy

I believe in the verses
That's why I ask for more understanding
You met me in the samba, among lively people
With a tambourine in hand
When I'm fooling around
People complain about your company
You and me, orgy

If I die in the orgy
I'm sure I'll go to heaven
I'll party up there with Silas
With Ciro Monteiro, with Zinco and Noel
I want to die in your arms
Because you are my guiding star
You and me, orgy

Orgy is that revelry
It's that all-nighter
It's good conversation, arguments, guitar
On the weekend, that feijoada
Cachaça is a more blessed water
Than the one the priest blesses in the font
You and me, orgy

The guy who takes the woman to the samba
Is the one who pays to see and trusts
You and me, orgy
We are reality
And we are fantasy
You and me, orgy
We are the Holy Trinity, man
And we are the trilogy
You and me, orgy
We are small talk
And we are philosophy
You and me, orgy
What will be, what will become of us?
You and me, orgy
To separate, but why separate?
You and me, orgy