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I'm already thinking about the tables
Of course no one cares about my distress
When I saw everyone on the street wearing yellow blouses
I thought it was her pulling the string
Eight o'clock and I dance in a yellow blouse
My head might make peace like this
When I heard the city banging pots at night
I thought it was her coming back to me
My head banging at night pans
Probably doesn't let the city sleep
When I saw a bunch of people
Walking down the favelas
I thought it was the people who came to ask for
A man's head who looked at the favelas
My head was rolling at the Maracanã
When I saw the crowd standing and applauding the tables
I swore it was her who was arriving
With my head already on a plate
Of course no one cares about my distress
When I saw everyone on the street wearing yellow blouses
I thought it was her pulling the string