Recado Ao Poeta

Go on, 'cause your mission is peace
Being a poet is way too hard
Why expect a normal heart
To ever understand you

Look around, how the street seems to call
And that moon, that friend, that bar
And I pray to God that nothing changes now
Don’t make my people your rivals

And if there’s a real explanation
It’s that the poet is the heart of it all
So stay right here where your samba is
'Cause every city wants to sing along