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Nomes de Homem

João cruzou na estação
Deco cedeu o lugar
No metrô
No coração

Esbarrou Gabriel na catraca
Canta um refrão em voz alta
Nem notou Sebastião

Luís, um psiu no sinal
Na obra, assobio geral
Na dela, um deserto na multidão

Na chuva, ela vai se molhar
Na rua, ela quer figurar
No rádio, bombando um funk pancadão

Distraiu, decolou, partiu do chão
Onde era vento, rajada, onde era sol, radiação
Vacilou, acordou de asa na mão
Quem decora o paradeiro no baque da solidão?

João cruzou na estação
Deco cedeu o lugar
No metrô
No coração

Esbarrou Gabriel na catraca
Canta um refrão em voz alta
Nem notou Sebastião

Luís, um psiu no sinal
Na obra, assobio geral
Na dela, um deserto na multidão

Na chuva, ela vai se molhar
Na rua, ela quer figurar
No rádio, bombando um funk pancadão

Distraiu, decolou, partiu do chão
Onde era vento, rajada, onde era sol, radiação
Vacilou, acordou de asa na mão
Quem decora o paradeiro no baque da solidão?

Distraiu, decolou, partiu do chão
Onde era vento, rajada, onde era sol, radiação
Vacilou, acordou de asa na mão
Quem decora o paradeiro no baque da solidão?

Mas
Quem decora o paradeiro no baque da solidão?

Men's Names

João crossed at the station
Deco gave up his seat
On the subway
In the heart

Gabriel bumped into me at the turnstile
Sings a chorus out loud
Didn't even notice Sebastião

Luís, a whistle at the stoplight
On the construction site, a general whistling
In hers, a desert in the crowd

In the rain, she'll get wet
On the street, she wants to be seen
On the radio, a funk song pumping hard

Got distracted, took off, left the ground
Where there was wind, a gust, where there was sun, radiation
Hesitated, woke up with a wing in his hand
Who decorates the whereabouts in the crash of solitude?

João crossed at the station
Deco gave up his seat
On the subway
In the heart

Gabriel bumped into me at the turnstile
Sings a chorus out loud
Didn't even notice Sebastião

Luís, a whistle at the stoplight
On the construction site, a general whistling
In hers, a desert in the crowd

In the rain, she'll get wet
On the street, she wants to be seen
On the radio, a funk song pumping hard

Got distracted, took off, left the ground
Where there was wind, a gust, where there was sun, radiation
Hesitated, woke up with a wing in his hand
Who decorates the whereabouts in the crash of solitude?

Got distracted, took off, left the ground
Where there was wind, a gust, where there was sun, radiation
Hesitated, woke up with a wing in his hand
Who decorates the whereabouts in the crash of solitude?

But
Who decorates the whereabouts in the crash of solitude?