My dear friend forgive me, please
If I don't do you a visit
But as now showed a carrier
I send news on this tape
Here on the land they're playing soccer
There's a lot of samba, lots of crying and rock'n'roll
Some days it rains, the sun shines on other
But what I want is to say to you that the things here are black
Lots of cheating to take the situation
That the people are taking with stubbornness and prankes
And we are drinking that without cachaça
Nobody holds this bomb
My dear friend, I don't intend to induce
Nor poke your longing
But it happens that I can't elude myself
To tell you the news
Here on the land they're playing soccer
There's a lot of samba, lots of crying and rock'n'roll
Some days it rains, the sun shines on other
But what I want is to say to you that the things here are black
It is stunt to get the livelihood
That we get it only by tantrum, only for fun
And we smoke that, also, without a cigarette
Nobody holds this bomb
My dear friend I wanted even to call
But the tax is not funny
I walk worried to make you
Know everything that is going on
Here on the land they're playing soccer
There's a lot of samba, lots of crying and rock'n'roll
Some days it rains, the sun shines on other
But what I want is to say to you that the things here are black
Many grimaces to swallow the transaction
That we are swallowing such frogs on tha way
And we go loving each other that, also, without affection
Nobody holds this bomb
My dear friend, I really wanted to write to you
But the post office has been shy
If they allow me, I will try to send you
Fresh news on this album
Here on the land they're playing soccer
There's a lot of samba, lots of crying and rock'n'roll
Some days it rains, the sun shines on other
But what I want is to say to you that the things here are black
Marieta send you a kiss for yours
A kiss on the family, on Cecília and on the children
Francis avails to also give the best regards
To all the people
Farewell