The fado of the now past
If you adapt for the future
You are seen as to be played
The rest is left in the dark
Our fado of nostalgia
That consoles us about everything
You have the same utility
As an overcoat in the summer
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Especially, don't tell me
The world made for good
Each month is another month
And crumbs are made out of bread
Oh time that you are change
Make past the present
Before things boil over
Change the disc and dance along
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And with each disc and with each change
The changes are at random
Nothing remains the same
And even the people get tired
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Oh time attentive to the change
Make past the present
After things boil over
The flea jumps on the scale
// Out comes a rare fado
With a salad of the future
Make another hole in the belt
And don't say thank you //