Imbola vô imbolá
I want to see ball rolling
You say you can do the ball
You can't do the ball
When I was born it was a yellow day
I already asked for slippers
Café caramel chain
My father spat out bran
My mother wanted to get sick
My father said another weaned calf
My god who will be a bandit
Crazy soldier swept away
Destitute millionaire
Priest or popular singer
Neither Frank Zappa nor Jackson do Pandeiro
Good wolf and bad lamb
More half than whole
My name was Zeca Baleiro
To better introduce myself
I was born crazy to capture life with clips
See the moon beyond the eclipse
NOW I've been through bad trips
But now what I want
is the dark to chase away
Make a face that this undertaking happened
Today life is messy
Ball to the stands
I rolled around and nothing
From life I desimbolá
Chorus
Vó imbolá my party
My guitar my riff
Bob Dylan pife band
Luiz gonzaga jimmy cliff
Poetry has no owner
Joy has no brand
When I have the funds
I'm leaving for Recife
br/>That there's a cool sun there
I was speaking Brazilian
That I learned to imbolá
I'm going to the moon
I'm going to take a plane
I'm going to moon
Saturn mars uranus
I'm going to the moon
There's more human heat there
I'm going to the moon
Than American cinema
Chorus< br/>I will, I will sell my van
I will, I will sell my van
I will, I will sell mine, sell my van, my vain philosophy.