Qual é? [English translation]

Really high tides, silent profits

A wire, a cut on my palm

Poems, losses, risk margins

A river drowned in its own vain

I Googlism, Atheist, Hinduism

Citizen, I am who I want to be

At my, your abyss, cynicism

I send my "bye", my "farewell", my "see you"

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

And spins you life, your paper

Who knows more about you is your own villain

Your carousel spins backwards

To the sound of vinyl Germany post-rock

Staring at the world outside

You will see you never knew who you really are

Inside the body you live

Morro da Penha or at the Orsay museum

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

The origin of the world or a gay pride parade

Your cry, your salty fluid

A film abou the tragedy of the hour

Or about the banality of evil

Put lovers on random

Or on bank of sampler

They won't be drumming

Hello creature of your own buffer

You don't know how to be a great Samba dancer

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Behind time, Brasil creates its own repatation

But the prejudice, which is never late

Wearing a Dolce & Gabbana

A politician votes against our love

Then it's late and lawless

It passed down from father to son, the same thought

They teach a non-gay bloodshed

Bullshit passed down from jerk to jerk

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Beat your traumas and mistakes

It's pain that tears us over the years

Pieces of life, memories

We can't choose what comes to mind

And flood of history falls

A herd of bitches, cyberspace

In Andalusia, my guide

Beware, it's the bull that screams "ole"

It's time! It's time!

It's time! It's time!

Run world, iron and fire

Through the cracks in the century, I can see

From the pains that tears us again

Here comes Lacan to look at us

In Lapa, I'm ground zero

From Samba to Bolero, I am going to hang out

Wishes with an expiration date

That hot girl will still kiss me, if I want to

It's time! It's time!

It's time! It's time!

A son, Freudian slip, a pathway

Shortcut, heartless embryo, with no kidneys

In the field of me trying to be what I was

I expect nothing from the world without me

Protect the saints in your purse

In the subway, São João, Sebastião, San Mareais

At the corner, there's a transvestite, another drug den

I don't know Maria, Wi-fi, São José

It's time! It's time!

It's time! It's time!

I'm Carmen, I'm all kinds of rhythms

I'm me, my followers, vain connection

And anyone question anyone

I've said a thousand times yes, but no

I'm my clan, my divan

I'm man, I'm my myth, I'm my wife

And if you don't like it, get out of here

I repeat

Because I am whoever I want to be

It's time! It's time!

It's time! It's time!

It's time! It's time!

It's time! It's time!