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Construção

Amou daquela vez como se fosse a ultima
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a ultima
E cada filho seu como se fosse o unico
E atravessou a rua com seu passo timido
Subiu a construçao como se fosse
maquina
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes sólidas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho magico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e lagrima
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse sabado
Comeu feijao com arroz como se fosse um principe
Bebeu e solucou como se fosse um naufrago
Dancou e gargalhou como se ouvisse musica
E tropecou no céu como se fosse um bebado
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um passaro
E se acbou no chao feito um pacote flacido
Agonizou no meio do passeio publico
Morreu na contramao atrapalhando o trafego

Amou daquela vez como se fosse o ultimo
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a unica
E cada filho seu como se fosse o pródigo
E atravessou a rua com seu passo
bebado
Subiu a construçao como se fosse
sólido
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes magicas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho lógico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e trafego
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um principe
Comeu feijao com arroz como se fosse máximo
Bebeu e solucou como se fosse machina
Dancou e gargalhou como se fosse o próximo
E tropecou no céu como se ouvisse
musica
E flutuou no ar como se fosse sabado
E se acabou no chao feito um pacote timido
Agonizou no meio do
passeio naufrago
Morreu na contramao atrapalhando o publico

Amou daquela vez como se fosse maquina
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse lógico
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes flacidas
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um passaro
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um principe
E se acabou no chao feito um pacote bebado
Morreu na contramao atrapalhando o sabado

Por esse pão prá comer,
por esse chão prá dormir
A certidão prá nascer
e a concessão prá sorrir
Por me deixar respirar,
por me deixar existir,
“Deus lhe pague“

Pela cachaça de graça que a gente tem que engolir
Pela fumaça e a desgraça, que a gente tem que tossir
Pelos andaimes pingentes que a gente tem que cair,
“Deus lhe pague“

Pela mulher carpideira prá nos louvar e cuspir
E pelas moscas bicheiras a nos beijar e cobrir
E pela paz derradeira que enfim vai nos redimir,
“Deus lhe pague“

Letra de
Chico Buarque


Construction



He loved that time as if for the last time
He kissed his wife as if she was the last one
And every son as they were the only one
And he crossed the street with a timid step.
He climbed the construction like a machine
He built on the balcony four solid walls
Brick by brick in a magic design,
his eyes flooded with cement and
tears.
He sat to rest as on a Saturday
He ate rice like he was a prince 
Drank and wept like he was
shipwrecked
Danced and laughed as if there was
music
And stumbled in the sky with his drunken pace;
he floated in the air like he was a bird
And ended on the floor as a flaccid lump
agonizing in the middle of the public street
And died on the highway disturbing the
traffic

He loved that time as if he were the last one
He kissed his like she was unique
And every son like he was prodigal
And crossed the street with his drunken step
He climbed the construction like it was solid
He built on the balcony four magic walls
Brick by brick with a logical design
his eyes flooded with cement and traffic
He sat to rest like he was a
prince
He ate his poor rice like it was top food
Drank and wept like a machine
Danced and laughed like he was the
next one
And stumbled in the sky like there was music
He floated in the air like it was Saturday
And ended on the floor like a timid lump
Agonizing in the middle of the shipwrecked street
He died on the highway disturbing the
Public

He loved that time like he was a machine
He kissed his wife like it was logical
He built on the balcony four flaccid walls
He sat to rest like he was a
Bird
And floated in the air like he was a prince
And ended on the floor like a drunken lump
He died on the highway disturbing the
Saturday

For that bread we must eat,
for that floor we sleep on
for the Licence to be born
and the Permit to laugh,
for granting us some air to breath
for letting us exist
“may God repay you“

For that rubbishy alcohol people must drink
For the fumes and the misery people must cough
For the quivering buildings people climb and fall of
“may God repay you“

For that harpy one day will insult us and spit on us
For the flies and their kisses covering our
bodies
For the ulterior peace that some day will redeem us
“may God repay you“

Lyrics by
Chico Buarque

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