Every day a John Doe wakes up already lying down
Every day still standing John sleeps awake
Every day the day doesn't want the sun to rise
Every trail walked with the faith of those who believe in the saying
That the day insists on rising
But the day insists on being born
To see a new day lie down
Every rose is a rose because that's what it's called
All Bossa is new and you don't care if it's used
Every carnival has its end
Every carnival has its end
And it's the end, and it's the end
Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose
Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose
Every band has a snare drum, maybe I play it
Every samba has a chorus to raise the block
Every choice is made by whoever wakes up already in bed
Every sheet elects someone who lives next door
And paints the banner blue
And puts its stars in blue
Why change?
Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose
Let me play at being happy
Let me paint my nose