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I feared a peaceful, still life, devoid of samba On the table were the unread books Saved portraits of a hidden big shot It was as if he were returning to the world Sambaing, drinking, singing loudly, falling to the bottom Swallowing and looking at the girl more beautiful than samba in the dark Carnival everything happens He went down to the block drinking cachaça The neighbor sang who even found it funny and wanted to go out Kisses sealed encounters in the square People hugged and the big shot cried Until he disappeared I really believe in bohemians In these times geniuses hide in the bar You can't imagine that the big shot in motion can even make the world stop turning Composition, melody and lyrics: Alan Bernardes 09-08-1993