I do not want to go crazy
I do not want to wear red
I do not want to die in the world
I do not want to see you so sad anymore
I do not want to know what you did
I do not want this pain in my heart
I hear the bit of a drum
in the desolation
and a radio
on a deserted street
Are the doors closed
the windows too
Could it be that our people are dead?
I feel the end of a love
in the color era
the television is in the stained glass
all those people stopped
that has fat on the skin
he does not know
nor that the world is spinning.
I do not want to get in trouble
I do not want matters that burn
I just tell them it's a downer
I do not want to sow anarchy
I do not want to live like Reagan
I have something to give you in my heart
I listen to a tango and a rock
I feel that I am
I would like to see the world partying
I see so many girls standing
so crazy that finally
I do not know if living so much costs them.
I do not want to see many more
deliriously out there
wandering in any street
in the cities you see
that there is no more time
Joy is not only Brazilian.
I do not want to live paranoid
I do not want to see guys with hate
I do not want to feel this depression.
I'm looking for the pleasure of being alive,
I do not care if I'm a bandit
Only among all we can make this a better place :)