Movido a Álcool

Tell me, your doctor, the news
I've been waiting for a long time
For a call from you
I spent what little I had
But I planted that sugarcane
That you ordered me

I'm confused and I want to hear your word
About so many strange things happening non-stop
Why is the gas station buying so much sugarcane
If the bar's stock
Is about to run out

Pouring cachaça on a car
Is the most tasteless thing
That I've ever heard of
Why cut our joy like this
Knowing that alcohol will also have to end?

Look, a poet inspired by Coca-Cola
What strange poetry would he express?
It's sad to see that all this is real
Because just like poets
We all have to dream