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Os loucos de Lisboa - Live

Parava no café quando eu lá estava
Na voz tinha o talento dos pedintes
Entre um cigarro e outro lá cravava
A bica, ao melhor dos seus ouvintes

As mãos e o olhar da mesma cor
Cinzenta como a roupa que trazia
Um gesto que podia ser de amor
Sorria, e ao partir agradecia

São os loucos de Lisboa
Que nos fazem duvidar
Que a Terra gira ao contrário
E os rios nascem no mar

Um dia numa sala do quarteto
Passou um filme lá do hospital
Onde o esquecido filmado no gueto
Entrava como artista principal

Compramos a entrada p'ra sessão
Pra ver tal personagem no écran
O rosto maltratado era a razão
De ele não aparecer pela manhã

São os loucos de Lisboa
Que nos fazem duvidar
Que a Terra gira ao contrário
E os rios nascem no mar

Mudamos muita vez de calendário
Como o café mudou de freguesia
Deixamos de tributo a quem lá pára
Um louco a fazer-lhe companhia

E sempre a mesma posse o mesmo olhar
De quem não mede os dias que vagueam
Sentado la continua a cravar
Beijinhos as meninas que passeiam

São os loucos de Lisboa
Que nos fazem duvidar
Que a Terra gira ao contrário
E os rios nascem no mar

São os loucos de Lisboa
Que nos fazem duvidar
Que a Terra gira ao contrário
E os rios nascem no mar

The Lunatics of Lisbon - Live

She would stop at the café when I was there
Her voice held the talent of beggars
Between one cigarette and another, she would nail there
The shot, to the best of her listeners

Her hands and eyes the same color
Gray like the clothes she wore
A gesture that could have been one of love
She smiled, and when she left she thanked me

They are the Lunatics of Lisbon
Who make us question
That the Earth spins backwards
And that rivers are born in the sea

One day in a room of the quartet
A film from the hospital was shown
Where the forgotten man filmed in the ghetto
Entered as the main artist

We bought tickets for the show
To see such a character on the screen
His battered face was the reason
He didn't show up in the morning

They are the Lunatics of Lisbon
Who make us question
That the Earth spins backwards
And that rivers are born in the sea

We have often changed calendars
As the café has changed parishes
We have left as a tribute to those who stop there
A madman to keep them company

And always the same possession, the same look
Of one who doesn't measure the days that wander
Sitting there, she continues to nail
Kisses the girls who pass by

They are the Lunatics of Lisbon
Who make us question
That the Earth spins backwards
And that rivers are born in the sea

They are the Lunatics of Lisbon
Who make us question
That the Earth spins backwards
And that rivers are born in the sea