Every day a nobody wakes up already lying
Every day someone still stands asleep when awake
Every day the day doesn’t want to shine the sun
Every track is played with the faith of those who believe in the saying
That the day insists on shining
But the day insists on shining
To see the new lying
Every rose is a rose because she is called so
All Bossa is new and you don’t care if it’s old
Every carnival has its end
Every carnival has its end
And it’s the end, and it’s the end
Let me pretend that I’m happy,
Let me paint my own nose
Every band has a drum, maybe I can play it
Every samba has a chorus to lift the block
Every choice is made by those who wake up already lying
Every newspaper elects somebody who lives right next to it
And paint the banner blue
And put your stars on the blue
Why change that?
Let me pretend that I’m happy,
Let me paint my own nose