Panis Et Circenses
Eu quis cantar
Minha canção iluminada de sol
Soltei os panos, sobre os mastros no ar
Soltei os tigres e os leões, nos quintais
Mas as pessoas na sala de jantar
São ocupadas em nascer e morrer
Mandei fazer
De puro aço, luminoso um punhal
Para matar o meu amor, e matei
Às cinco horas na Avenida Central
Mas as pessoas na sala de jantar
São ocupadas em nascer e morrer
Mandei plantar
Folhas de sonho no jardim do solar
As folhas sabem procurar pelo sol
E as raízes procurar, procurar
Mas as pessoas na sala de jantar
Essas pessoas da sala de jantar
São as pessoas da sala de jantar
Mas as pessoas na sala de jantar
São ocupadas em nascer e em morrer
Bread and Circuses
I wanted to sing
My song lit up by the sun
I let the sails fly, up high in the air
I unleashed the tigers and lions, in the yards
But the folks in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying
I had made
A dagger of pure steel, shining bright
To kill my love, and I did
At five o'clock on Central Avenue
But the folks in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying
I had planted
Dream leaves in the mansion's garden
The leaves know how to seek out the sun
And the roots search, search
But the folks in the dining room
Those people in the dining room
Are the people in the dining room
But the folks in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying
Escrita por: Gilberto Gil / Caetano Veloso