A Banda
Estava à toa na vida
O meu amor me chamou
Pra ver a banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
A minha gente sofrida
Despediu-se da dor
Pra ver a banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
O homem sério que contava dinheiro parou
O faroleiro que contava vantagem parou
A namorada que contava as estrelas parou
Para ver, ouvir e dar passagem
A moça triste que vivia calada sorriu
A rosa triste que vivia fechada se abriu
E a meninada toda se assanhou
Pra ver a banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
Estava à toa na vida
O meu amor me chamou
Pra ver a banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
A minha gente sofrida
Despediu-se da dor
Pra ver a banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
O velho fraco se esqueceu do cansaço e pensou
Que ainda era moço pra sair no terraço e dançou
A moça feia debruçou na janela
Pensando que a banda tocava pra ela
A marcha alegre se espalhou na avenida e insistiu
A lua cheia que vivia escondida surgiu
Minha cidade toda se enfeitou
Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor
Mas para meu desencanto
O que era doce acabou
Tudo tomou seu lugar
Depois que a banda passou
E cada qual no seu canto
Em cada canto uma dor
Depois da banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
Depois da banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
The Band
I was wasting my life
My love called me
To see the band go by
Singing things about love
My suffering people
Said to goodbye to the pain
To see the band go by
Singing things about love
The serious man who counted money stopped
The lighthouse keeper who counted advantages stopped
The girlfriend who counted the stars stopped
To see, listen and give way
The sad girl who was silent smiled
The sad rose that lived closed opened
And the whole kids got upset
To see the band go by
Singing things about love
I was wasting my life
My love called me
To see the band go by
Singing things about love
My suffering people
Said to goodbye to the pain
To see the band go by
Singing things about love
The weak old man forgot his tiredness and thought
Who was still young enough to go out on the terrace and dance
The ugly girl leaned out the window
Thinking that the band played for her
The happy march spread out on onto the avenue and insisted
The full Moon that lived hidden appeared
My whole city was decorated
To see the band go by singing things about love
But to my disenchantment
What was sweet is over
Everything has taken its place
After the band passed
And everyone in their own corner
In every corner a pain
After the band passes
Singing things about love
After the band passes
Singing things about love