Debaixo do Pano
Sophia Chablau e Uma Enorme Perda de Tempo
Under the Cloth
Under the cloth
Inside the skirt
Time doesn't pass and doesn't want to pass
The cloth that covers and we look at each other
And pretend not to get it
That under the sky everything is ground
And above the ground
Everything can already be
Part of the universe
Rewind, remember
Something like that
Don't keep insisting
It's way higher
Than Christ
The Redeemer
Behind the electric trio
At the traffic light
Roasted chicken
On the roads of this situation
When all the traffic lights
Are green
And Largo da Batata
Screams in commotion
Under the cloth
Inside the skirt
Time doesn't pass and doesn't want to pass
The cloth that covers and we look at each other
And pretend not to get it
That under the sky everything is ground
And above the ground
Everything can already be
Part of the universe
Rewind, remember
Something like that
Don't keep insisting
It's way higher
Than the Flying Circus
Behind the electric trio
At the traffic light
Roasted chicken
On the roads of this situation
When all the traffic lights
Are green
And Largo da Batata
Screams in commotion
The way we fit
Crushes us
As if we lived in a
Matchbox
And it can be really good
It can be really nice
But
It hurts my eyes so much
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
Everything can already be
