Barbosa

The night is in mourning
The party is over
The world doesn't understand what happened
With the champion

The street is deserted
The dream is lost
The cry of a drunk is a heap
Of curses

Take care of the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Is paid until death

Burn the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Sticks until death

An old man wanders alone
People without mercy
Point out his ageless ghost
Through the city

His shadow cuts the grass
Of Maracaná
He reviews the play in solitude
A thousand times more

Take care of the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Is paid until death

Burn the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Sticks until death

Take care of the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Is paid until death

Burn the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Sticks until death

Take care of the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Is paid until death

Burn the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Sticks until death

Take care of the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Is paid until death

Burn the posts, Barbosa
In Brazil's goal
The curse of Maracaná
Sticks until death