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Ca�a a tarde feito um viaduto
E um b�bado trajando luto
Me lembrou Carlitos...
A lua
Tal qual a dona do bordel
Pedia a cada estrela fria
Um brilho de aluguel
E nuvens!
L� no mata-borr�o do c�u
Chupavam manchas torturadas
Que sufoco!
Louco!
O b�bado com chap�u-coco
Fazia irrever�ncias mil
Pra noite do Brasil.
Meu Brasil!...
Que sonha com a volta
Do irm�o do Henfil
Com tanta gente que partiu
Num rabo de foguete*
Chora!
A nossa P�tria
M�e gentil
Choram Marias
E Clarisses
No solo do Brasil...
Mas sei, que uma dor
Assim pungente
N�o h� de ser inutilmente
A esperan�a...
Dan�a na corda bamba
De sombrinha
E em cada passo dessa linha
Pode se machucar...
Asas!
A esperan�a equilibrista
Sabe que o show
De todo artista
Tem que continuar...
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The afternoon was coming as a viaduct
And a drunk wearing black
Reminded me 'The Tramp'...
The moon
As if it were the owner of the brothel
Asked each cold star
A brightness of rent
And clouds!
In the sky
Sucling painful spots
What a 'challenge'!
Crazy!
The drunk with a coconut-hat
Made a thousand irrevent scenes
To Brazilian nights.
My Brazil!...
That dreams with the return
Of Henfil's brother
With so many people who left
In a tail of rocket*
Cry!
Our Homeland
Tender Mother
Cry Marias
And Clarisses
In Brazilian lands...
But I know, that a pain
So pungent
Will not be worthless
Hope...
Dances in the string
With an umbrella
And at each step of this line
May get hurt...
Wings!
The acrobatic hope
Knows that the show
Of all artists
Must go on and on...
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