Barafunda
Era Aurora
Não, era Aurélia
Ou era Ariela
Não me lembro agora
É a saia amarela daquele verão
Que roda até hoje na recordação
Foi na Penha
Não, foi na Glória
Gravei na memória
Mas perdi a senha
Misturam-se os fatos
As fotos são velhas
Cabelos pretos
Bandeiras vermelhas
Foi Garrincha
Não, foi de bicicleta
Juro que vi aquela bola entrar na gaveta
Tiro de meta
Foi na guerra
É, noite alta
Gritou o astronauta
Que era azul a Terra
Quando a verde-e-rosa saiu campeã
Cantando Cartola ao romper da manhã
Salve o dia azul
Salve a festa
E salve a floresta, salve a poesia
E salve este samba antes que o esquecimento
Baixe seu manto
Seu manto cinzento
Foi Glorinha
Não, era Maristela
Juro que eu ia até casar na Penha com ela
A vida é bela
É, não é
Era Zizinho era Pelé
Aliás, Soraia era Anabela
Era amarela a saia
Foi quando a verde-e-rosa saiu campeã
Cantando Cartola ao romper da manhã
Salve o dia azul
Salve a festa
E salve a floresta, salve a poesia
E salve este samba antes que o esquecimento
Baixe seu manto
Seu manto cinzento
Era Aurora
Não, era Barbarela
Juro que eu ia até o Cazaquistão atrás dela
A vida é bela
É Garrincha, é Cartola e é Mandela
Chaos
It was Aurora
No, it was Aurelia
Or was it Ariela?
I can't remember now
It's the yellow skirt from that summer
That still spins in my memory
It was in Penha
No, it was in Glória
I recorded it in my mind
But I lost the password
The facts get mixed up
The photos are old
Black hair
Red flags
It was Garrincha
No, it was on a bike
I swear I saw that ball go in the drawer
Goal kick
It was in the war
Yeah, late at night
The astronaut shouted
That the Earth was blue
When the green-and-pink won the championship
Singing Cartola at dawn
Hail the blue day
Hail the party
And hail the forest, hail the poetry
And save this samba before forgetfulness
Covers its mantle
Your gray mantle
It was Glorinha
No, it was Maristela
I swear I was gonna marry her in Penha
Life is beautiful
Yeah, it is
It was Zizinho, it was Pelé
By the way, Soraia was Anabela
The skirt was yellow
It was when the green-and-pink won the championship
Singing Cartola at dawn
Hail the blue day
Hail the party
And hail the forest, hail the poetry
And save this samba before forgetfulness
Covers its mantle
Your gray mantle
It was Aurora
No, it was Barbarela
I swear I was gonna go to Kazakhstan after her
Life is beautiful
It's Garrincha, it's Cartola, and it's Mandela
Escrita por: Chico Buarque