Acender as Velas

Lighting the candles is already a profession
When there's no samba, there's disillusionment

It's one more heart that stops beating
An angel goes to heaven
God forgive me, but I'll say. God forgive me, but I'll say...
The doctor arrived too late
Because in the hill there's no car to go up
There's no phone to call
And there's no beauty to see...
And we die without wanting to die

Lighting the candles is already a profession
When there's no samba, there's disillusionment

And we die without wanting to die, and we die without wanting to die...