Noite dos Mascarados / A Banda / Olé Olá / Roda Viva / Construção / Deus Lhe Pague
Quarteto em CY
Night Of The Masked / The Band / Olé Olá / Mob Rally / Construction / God Bless You
My whole city dressed itself up
Lalalaia, lalaia lalaia lalaia
Whatever you ask, I'll give you
Whoever you are
Whatever God may will
Whoever you are
Whatever God may will
The weak old man forgot his weariness and thought
He was still young enough to leave the terrace
And he danced
The ugly girl leaned on the window
Thinking the band was playing for her
The cheerful march spread through the avenue
And kept going
The full Moon that used to hide away appeared
My whole city dressed itself up
To see the band go by singing songs of love
To see the band go by singing songs of love
Don't cry just yet
For I have a guitar
And we'll sing
Happiness might pass by and listen here
And if it's made of samba, it will want to stay
The priest rings the bell so everyone will know
That the night is young, that samba is a boy
That sorrow is so old it may as well die
Olê, olê, olê, olá
There's samba to spare
Who knows how to dance
Come into the circle
Show your sway
But be careful
Crying's not allowed
There are days we feel
As if we had gone or died
We've suddenly gone still
Or maybe the world just grew
We want to have an active voice
To rule our own fate
But then comes the spinning wheel
And carries our destiny away
World spins, giant wheel
Whirlwind, spinning top
Time spun in an instant
In the turns of my heart
World spins, giant wheel
Whirlwind, spinning top
Time spun in an instant
In the turns of my heart
He loved that time as if he were a machine
Kissed his wife as if it were logical
Raised on the landing four flaccid walls
Sat down to rest as if he were a bird
And floated in the air as if he were a prince
And fell to the ground like a drunken bundle
Died the wrong way, ruining Saturday
For this bread to eat, for this ground to sleep
The birth certificate and the right to smile
For letting me breathe, for letting me exist
God bless you
For the free cachaça we have to swallow
For the smoke, the disgrace we have to cough
For the dangling scaffolds we have to fall from
God bless you