O Show Tem Que Continuar

Your tears no longer touch my mandolin
Says that my voice suffocates your guitar
The strings have loosened and thus, it goes out of tune
How poor the rhymes of our song
Today we are dead leaves, muted metals
Closing the curtain, empty the hall

If the duets no longer meet
And the solos have lost their emotion
If the gas has run out
To sing the simplest refrain
If we notice
That just one note
Already exhausts us
The show loses its reason

But we will find the pitch
A chord with a beautiful sound
And make it sound good
Again our singing
And we will be happy
Look at us on the air again
The show must go on

If the duets no longer meet
And the solos have lost their emotion
If the gas has run out
To sing the simplest refrain
If we notice
That just one note
Already exhausts us
The show loses its reason

But we will find the pitch
A chord with a beautiful sound
And make it sound good
Again our singing
And we will be happy
Look at us on the air again
The show must go on

We will go to Paris
To shine at the Olympia
The show must go on

Look at the people asking for an encore
The tickets will sell out
The show must go on

Everyone who says today
It's over, will be amazed
Our love will continue

Our love will continue