Say it, Paulinho!...
A riot!
It turned around,
In the middle of the square!
It turned around!
And the guy plays,
Make the sound and give it away for free!
And no one sells it
And take a break from the misery!
And no one plays it,
Make the sound and It's free! square of life,
O in the square of life!
There's the blonde girl,
Who plays the flute
And sells paintings!
Me sells a beautiful colorful painting,
Colorful, colorful, colorful.
Sells a beautiful colorful painting,
Colorful, colorful, colorful.
Sells a beautiful colorful painting,
Colorful!
Like the bird that arrives,
To hear its sound,
To hear its sound,
To hear its sound,
To hear its sound!
To hear its sound!
A riot!
It turned around,
In the middle of the square!
It turned around!
And no one plays,
br/>Make the sound and give it away for free!
And no one sells it
And take a break from the misery!
And no one plays it,
Make the sound And give it for free! §a of life
Has a pair of violas
Has a pair of violas
Just like Bob Dilan
Just like Bob Dilan,
Just like Bob Dilan,
Just like Bob Dilan
And there's a Creole,
Who makes a guitar sound.
He looks like Mandraque,
But he looks like Jimmy Hendrix
He looks like Mandraque,
But it looks like Himmy Hendrix!
A riot!
It turned around,
In the middle of the square!
It turned around!
And no one plays ,
Make the sound and give it away for free!
And no one sells it
And give it a break from the misery!
And no one plays it,
Do it the sound is given for free!
And no one sells it
And give the misfortune a break!
Hey, in the square of life,
there , in the square of life,
There is a tall mulatto,
With green eyes,
Gold teeth!
Ah, he says he has, he says he has
A blond parrot,
Ah, he says he has, he says he has
A blond parrot.
Ah, he says he has, he says he has
A blond parrot
Who spends the whole day
Increasing the chatter,
While the popcorn maker
Stays filling his bag
And spends the whole day
Increasing the chatter
While the popcorn maker
He keeps bothering me.
Speak, my blonde!
Curupaco, paco.
Speak, my blonde,
Curupaco, papaco!
Speak, my blonde!
Curupaco, paco.
Speak, my blonde,
Curupaco, papaco!
Speak, my blonde!
Curupaco, paco.
Speak, my blonde,
Curupaco, papaco!
It's in the square of life
It's in the square of life
Where the wheel of History
It doesn't stop on the way.
It's in the square of life
It's in the square of life
Where the viola string
It hurts like a wound
I fed it with my hand in my pocket,
But I don't say a peep.
I hear the guitar string,
But I don't challenge.
A child, with a newspaper,
He protects himself from the cold.
The sound of the square goes on,
Only the whistle remains.