Fried eggs, caviar and the stew,
Buchada and goat meat,
The grey and the multicoloured,
The oppression and the oppressed,
Promises said and promises unfulfilled,
And campaign planes,
They all will become shit...
White wine, cachaça, malzbier,
The hero and the delator,
Grafittis over there on the wall,
Your credit card and your insurance,
Those who charged and those who payed interests,
My past and my future,
They all will become shit...
But some day later,
Don't turn your back on me,
Let's save the two of us,
Everything will become shit...
Filet mignon, champignon, Don Pérignon wine,
Sausage, rice, beans,
Muslins and Christians,
A Mercedes and a VW Beetle,
The boss lady of the boss man,
My salary and my lust,
They all will become shit...
Sponge cake, our nanny's cookies,
Fondue, mocotó,
Pavarotti, Xororó,
My little mare Pocotó
No one will escape becoming dust,
Your mouth and your as* hole,
They all will become shit...
But some day later,
Don't turn your back on me.
Let's save the two of us,
Everything will become shit...
Oxtail soup, tutu, roasted chicken
Jiló and okra
The prostitute and the deputy,
The virtue and the sin,
The current and the former governments,
Now it's your turn, I'm out of breath already...
Everything will become shit.
But some day later,
Don't turn your back on me
Let's save the two of us,
Everything will become shit...
Everything will become shit...