Chico Buarque de volta ao samba

You thought I wasn't coming anymore, you thought
You're tired of waiting for me
Turn on the spotlight
Sharpen the tambourine
This is my place
I came
Time has closed, the hall has closed
But I go in anyway
Light the spotlight
Sharp the tambourine
This is my place
I came
I know I was an impostor
Hypocrite wanting to deny your love
But let me at least be
For the last time your composer
Who vibrated in my hands
You're not going to leave me like that
Lighten the spotlight
Sharpen the tambourine
I need to talk to you
I came
With the flower
Of the chords you
Brotando sang to me
Light the spotlight
Sharpen the tambourine
Here is my place
I came
I was without taking out a shovel
br/>A poor spirit when he disdains his value
But my samba, the trump card is yours
For when once and for all
I am gone
And silence leaves me hug
You will samba without me
Light the spotlight
Sharpen the tambourine
Here is my place
I came