Quilaquina
For you I would tango on the ceiling I would clean the subway tracks I would walk from Rio to Salvador I would accept (what is it like?) Life as it is I would travel to hell on time I would take a cold shower in winter Bonito For you I would stop drink For you I would be rich in a month I would sleep with my socks on to become a bourgeois I would even change my name I would go on a hunger strike I would want the same woman every day For you, for you For you, for you For you I would even be happy I would paint the whole sky in red I would have more heirs than a rabbit I would accept life as it is I would travel to hell on time I would take a cold shower in winter I would even change my name I would go on a hunger strike I would wish every day The same woman For you, for you for you for you