Regina Elis
Elis Por Ela
O Bêbado e A Equilibrista
The afternoon fell like a viaduct
And a drunk wearing mourning reminded me of Carlitos
The moon,
Just like the owner of a brothel
Asked each cold star
A rental glow
And clouds, there in the blotter of the sky
They sucked tortured stains
br/>What a suffocation!
Crazy, the drunk with the bowler hat
He made a thousand irreverences
For the night of Brazil, my Brazil...
Who dreams of the return of Henfil's brother
With so many people who left in a rocket tail
Cry for our gentle motherland
Marias and Clarices cry on Brazilian soil
But I know that pain like this poignant
It won't be uselessly
Hope dances
On the tightrope of an umbrella
At every step of this line
You can get hurt
Bad luck, the equilibrist hope
You know that every artist's show
Must go on