Todo Carnaval Tem Seu Fim

Every day a nobody named Joe wakes up already lying down
Every day, still standing, Joe sleeps with his eyes open
Every day the day doesn’t want the sun to rise
Every path is walked with the faith of those who believe in the saying
That the day insists on being born
But the day insists on being born
To see the new lay down

Every rose is a rose because that’s what it’s called
Every groove is new and you don’t care if it’s used
Every carnival has its end
Every carnival has its end
It’s the end, it’s the end

Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose
Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose

Every band has a snare, maybe I’ll play it
Every samba has a chorus to lift the crowd
Every choice is made by those who wake up already lying down
Every leaf chooses someone who lives right next door
And paints the banner blue
And puts their stars in the blue
Why change

Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose
Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose

Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose
Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose
Let me play at being happy
Let me paint