Paisagem Útil

Eyes wide open in the wind
Over the landfill space
Over the space above the sea
The sea stretches far from Flamengo
The sky hangs far and suspended
On sturdy, slow masts
Cold concrete palm grove

The sky hangs far from Outeiro
The sky hangs far from Glória
The sky hangs far, suspended
In the light of dead moons
Lights of a new dawn
That keeps the grass fresh
And the day always rising

Who goes to the movies
Who goes to the theater
Who goes to work
Who goes to relax
Who sings, who sings
Who thinks about life
Who looks at the avenue
Who waits to come back

The cars seem to fly
The cars seem to fly
But already lights up and floats
High in the sky a moon
Oval, red, and blue
High in the sky of Rio
An oval moon from Esso
Moves and lights up the kiss
Of the poor, sad, happy
Loving hearts of our Brazil