Lyrics of A Banda - Os Cariocas

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
Em cada canto uma dor
Depois da banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor

(translation)

I was for nothing in life
My love called me
To see the band pass
Singing things of love
My people suffered
Said goodbye to pain
To see the band pass
Singing things of love
The serious man who counted money stopped
The lightkeeper who was boasting, stopped
The girlfriend who counted the stars
Stopped to see, hear and give way
The sad girl who was silent, smiled
The sad rose that was always closed, it opened
And the whole girl freaked out
To see the band pass
Singing things of love
I was for nothing in life
My love called me
To see the band pass
Singing things of love
My people suffered
Said goodbye to pain
To see the band pass
Singing things of 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 of love
But to my dismay
What was sweet is over
everything took its place
After the band passed
And each in their own corner
In every corner a pain
After the band passes
Singing things of love