Lyrics of A Banda - Chico Buarque

A Banda (original)

Estava à toa na vida o meu amor me chamou
Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor
A minha gente sofrida despediu-se da dor
Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor
O homem sério que contava dinheiro parou
O faroleiro que contava vantagem parou
A namorada que contava as estrelas parou
Para ver, ouvir e dar passagem
A moça triste que vivia calada sorriu
A rosa triste que vivia fechada se abriu
E a meninada toda se assanhou
Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor
Estava à toa na vida o meu amor me chamou
Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor
A minha gente sofrida despediu-se da dor
Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor
O velho fraco se esqueceu do cansaço e pensou
Que ainda era moço pra sair no terraço e dançou
A moça feia debruçou na janela
Pensando que a banda tocava pra ela
A marcha alegre se espalhou na avenida e insistiu
A lua cheia que vivia escondida surgiu
Minha cidade toda se enfeitou
Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor
Mas para meu desencanto o que era doce acabou
Tudo tomou seu lugar depois que a banda passou
E cada qual no seu canto e em cada canto uma dor
Depois da banda passar cantando coisas de amor
Depois da banda passar cantando coisas de amor
Depois da banda passar cantando coisas de amor.
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(translation)

I was idle in life my love called me
To see the band pass singing things about love
My suffering people said goodbye to the pain
To see the band pass singing things about love
The serious man who counted money stopped
The lightkeeper who was boasting stopped
The girlfriend who was counting the stars stopped
To see, hear and give way
The sad girl who was silent smiled
The sad rose that was closed has opened
And the whole girl freaked out
To see the band pass singing things about love
I was idle in life my love called me
To see the band pass singing things about love
My suffering people said goodbye to the pain
To see the band pass singing things about love
The weak old man forgot his tiredness and thought
That he was still young enough to go out on the terrace and danced
The ugly girl leaned out of the window
Thinking that the band played for her
The joyful march spread across the avenue and insisted
The full moon that lived hidden appeared
My whole city was decorated
To see the band pass singing things about love
But to my disenchantment, what was sweet is over
Everything took its place after the band passed
And each in their own corner and in each corner a pain
After the band passes by singing things of love
After the band passes by singing things of love
After the band passes by singing things about love.
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