Carta Aos Terraplanistas
Eu construí o meu foguete usando rima
Pra ver a terra de cima além do sistema solar
Levei cachaça, rapadura e mandioca
Cinco pife de taboca pra fazer rave por lá
Quando cheguei fui recebido num festejo
Com melê e realejo, rubacão e vatapá
Olhei pra baixo e vi a terra redondinha
Dei aquela risadinha e voltei a festejar
Pra você que diz que a terra é plana
Não queria lhe contrariar
É ruim se decepcionar
Mas as vezes a gente se engana
Se a ciência parece profana
Lhe aconselho se jogar no mar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
Parei na Lua pra preparar um café
Convidei pro rolé são Jorge santo guerreiro
Deixei cravado no solo meu estandarte
Antes de seguir pra Marte no meu foguete ligeiro
Pela janela feita com resto de lata
Eu vi o fogo na mata queimando o Brasil inteiro
Vi o concreto crescendo e tomando conta
A cabeça ficando tonta de ver tanto desespero
Pra você que diz que a terra é plana
Não queria lhe contrariar
É ruim se decepcionar
Mas as vezes a gente se engana
Se a ciência parece profana
Lhe aconselho se jogar no mar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
Pra você que diz que a terra é plana
Não queria lhe contrariar
É ruim se decepcionar
Mas as vezes a gente se engana
Se a ciência parece profana
Lhe aconselho se jogar no mar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
E nadar, e nadar, e nadar, e nadar e nadar
Letter to the Flat Earthers
I built my rocket using rhyme
To see the earth from above beyond the solar system
I took cachaça, rapadura, and cassava
Five taboca flutes to have a rave up there
When I arrived, I was welcomed to a celebration
With mix and hurdy-gurdy, rubacão, and vatapá
I looked down and saw the earth all round
I chuckled and went back to celebrating
For you who say the earth is flat
I didn't want to contradict you
It's hard to be disappointed
But sometimes we are mistaken
If science seems profane
I advise you to jump into the sea
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
I stopped at the Moon to make some coffee
I invited Saint George, the holy warrior, for a ride
I left my banner stuck in the ground
Before heading to Mars in my swift rocket
Through the window made of scrap metal
I saw the fire in the forest burning all over Brazil
I saw the concrete growing and taking over
My head spinning from seeing so much despair
For you who say the earth is flat
I didn't want to contradict you
It's hard to be disappointed
But sometimes we are mistaken
If science seems profane
I advise you to jump into the sea
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
For you who say the earth is flat
I didn't want to contradict you
It's hard to be disappointed
But sometimes we are mistaken
If science seems profane
I advise you to jump into the sea
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim
And swim, and swim, and swim, and swim, and swim