Os Anjos
Legião Urbana
The Angels
Not today, not today
I don’t know what to say or even what to think
Not today, not today
Human wickedness now has no name, not today
Take two measures of stupidity
Mix in thirty-four parts of lies
Put it all in a greased pan
With unfulfilled promises
Then add hate and envy
Ten heaping spoons of ignorance
Stir it all up and mix it well
And don’t forget before you put it in the oven
To season with essence of pig spirit
Two cups of indifference
And one and a half bars of laziness
Not today, not today
It’s such a beautiful day outside and I want to play
But not today, not today
I’m going to fix my broken wing and rest
I wish I didn’t know
About these atrocious crimes
It’s every day now
And what are we going to do?
I want to fly far away
But not today
I don’t know what to think
Or even what to say
All that’s left of love
Is the emptiness that remains
