Lyrics and translation Chico Buarque - Ode Aos Ratos

Ode Aos Ratos

Rato de rua, irrequieta criatura
Tribo em frenética proliferação
Lúbrico, libidinoso transeunte
Boca de estômago atrás do seu quinhão
Vão aos magotes a dar com um pau levando o terror
Do parking ao living, do shopping center ao léu
Do cano de esgoto pro topo do arranha-céu
Rato de rua, aborígene do lodo
Fuça gelada, couraça de sabão
Quase risonho, profanador de tumba
Sobrevivente à chacina e à lei do cão
Saqueador da metrópole tenaz roedor
De toda esperança, estuporador da ilusão
Ó meu semelhante, filho de Deus, meu irmão
Rato que rói a roupa
Que rói a rapa do rei do morro
Que rói a roda do carro
Que rói o carro, que rói o ferro
Que rói o barro, rói o morro
Rato que rói o rato
Ra-rato, ra-rato, roto que ri do roto
Que rói o farrapo do esfarrapado
Que mete a ripa, arranca rabo, rato ruim
Rato que rói a rosa, rói o riso da moça
E ruma rua arriba em sua rota de rato
Rato que rói a roupa
Que rói a rapa do rei do morro
Que rói a roda do carro
Que rói o carro, que rói o ferro
Que rói o barro, rói o morro
Rato que rói o rato
Ra-rato, ra-rato, roto que ri do roto
Que rói o farrapo do esfarrapado
Que mete a ripa, arranca rabo, rato ruim
Rato que rói a rosa, rói o riso da moça
E ruma rua arriba em sua rota de rato
Rato que rói a roupa
Que rói a rapa do rei do morro
Que rói a roda do carro
Que rói o carro, que rói o ferro
Que rói o barro, rói o morro
Rato que rói o rato
Ra-rato, ra-rato, roto que ri do roto
Que rói o farrapo do esfarrapado
Que mete a ripa, arranca rabo, rato ruim
Rato que rói a rosa, rói o riso da moça
E ruma rua arriba em sua rota de rato
Rato que rói a roupa
Que rói a rapa do rei do morro
Que rói

Ode to the Rats

Street rat, restless creature
Tribe in frantic proliferation
Lubricious, libidinous passerby
Stomach mouth after your share
They go in droves to wield a club, striking terror
From parking to living room, from shopping center to the street
From sewer pipe to the top of the skyscraper
Street rat, aborigine of the mud
Cold snout, armor of soap
Almost smiling, tomb profaner
Survivor of the massacre and the law of the dog
Plunderer of the metropolis, tenacious rodent
Of all hope, illusion defiler
O my fellow man, son of God, my brother
Rat that gnaws at clothes
That gnaws at the hair of the king of the hill
That gnaws at the wheel of the car
That gnaws at the car, that gnaws at the iron
That gnaws at the clay, gnaws at the hill
Rat that gnaws at the rat
Rat-rat, rat-rat, broken that laughs at the broken
That gnaws at the rags of the ragged
That paws at the wood, pulls out its tail, bad rat
Rat that gnaws at the rose, gnaws at the girl's laughter
And heads up the street on its rat-like route
Rat that gnaws at clothes
That gnaws at the hair of the king of the hill
That gnaws at the wheel of the car
That gnaws at the car, that gnaws at the iron
That gnaws at the clay, gnaws at the hill
Rat that gnaws at the rat
Rat-rat, rat-rat, broken that laughs at the broken
That gnaws at the rags of the ragged
That paws at the wood, pulls out its tail, bad rat
Rat that gnaws at the rose, gnaws at the girl's laughter
And heads up the street on its rat-like route
Rat that gnaws at clothes
That gnaws at the hair of the king of the hill
That gnaws at the wheel of the car
That gnaws at the car, that gnaws at the iron
That gnaws at the clay, gnaws at the hill
Rat that gnaws at the rat
Rat-rat, rat-rat, broken that laughs at the broken
That gnaws at the rags of the ragged
That paws at the wood, pulls out its tail, bad rat
Rat that gnaws at the rose, gnaws at the girl's laughter
And heads up the street on its rat-like route
Rat that gnaws at clothes
That gnaws at the hair of the king of the hill
That gnaws at