Every day is the same day
Life is so narrow-minded
Nothing new under the sun
You have to hide in the dark
He who bathes in the light
Under the sheet
In this land the pain is great
And the ambition is small
Carnival and football
Who doesn't pretend
Who doesn't lie
Who makes fun the most and is sorry
is the one who serves as a lighthouse
There is someone in us
In many of us that someone
That shines brighter than millions of suns
And that the darkness knows too
There is someone here
Deep inside you of me
Who screams for Whoever wants to listen
When he sings like this:
Eta, Eta, Eta,
It's the moon, it's the sun, it's the light of Tieta
Eta, Eta
Every night is the same night
Life is so narrow
Nothing new in the moonlight
Everyone wants to know
Who do you lie with
Nothing can prosper
It's Sunday, it's February
It's the seventh of September
Football and carnival
Nothing changes, it's all dark
And to what extent I remember
A pain that is unique