Me, you, us both
We have a backstory, my love
A guitar stored away
That flower
And some other sly little things too
Me, you, João
Spinning on the record player without stop
And the dissonant world we both
Tried to create, tried to create
Tried to create, tried to
Happiness, happiness
Happiness, happiness, happiness
You, me, later
Ash Wednesday in our country
And the dissonant notes joined
In the sound of the idiots
Yes, you, us both
We have a backstory, my love
Bossa, that grave, our great pain
Like two squares*
Lobo, lobo bobo
Lobo, lobo bobo
Lobo, lobo bobo
Lobo, lobo bobo
Me, you, João
Spinning on the record player without stop
I am moved when I remember
That time and that sound
Ah! How good it was,
But enough of this wistfulness
The truth is that
We learn with João
To always
Be out of tune
Be out of tune
Be out of tune
Be
Enough of this wistfulness
Enough of this wistfulness
Enough of this wistfulness
Enough of this wistfulness