Play from a sequence of chords in a line of lyrics.
Not happened to catch well.
This song won the music festival in New York in 1983, and this
figure was taken by a friend with Mario himself Barbará, then I
that is right.
Embrace for the people of Porto Alegre.

They meet on the docks on the sidewalks
They do odd jobs for markets, street corners,
Carry trash, sell magazines, join baganas
And pendants are the avenues of the capital
They hide the bars between tenements
And to forget include bravado, old stories
And so are drinks, a lot of damage, all anoite
Eyes open, the distance is close, what matters is the dream

Stray winds blowing, laden with nostalgia
Saw glasses saw worlds, but what was will never be

Cevavam mate, easy smile, barn burning
Turned fire, telling stories, polishing spurs,
Icy cold, hot coffee, much excitement,
Harnesses firm and red handkerchiefs around their necks

Game of the bone, cane and expects the bread oven
The m Filho roast, beef fat, the cancha straight
They made plans and did not even know they were happy
Eyes open, is near the far out, what counts is the dream

Stray winds blowing, laden with nostalgia
Saw glasses saw worlds, but what was will never be