Chico Buarque — A banda song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A banda" by Chico Buarque.
Lyrics
Estava à toa na vida
O meu amor me chamou
Pra ver a banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
A minha gente sofrida
Despediu-se da dor
Pra ver a banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
O homem sério que contava dinheiro parou
O faroleiro que contava vantagem parou
A namorada que contava as estrelas parou
Para ver, ouvir e dar passagem
A moça triste que vivia calada sorriu
A rosa triste que vivia fechada se abriu
E a meninada toda se assanhou
Pra ver a banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
O velho fraco se esqueceu do cansaço e pensou
Que ainda era moço pra sair no terraço e dançou
A moça feia debruçou na janela
Pensando que a banda tocava pra ela
A marcha alegre se espalhou na avenida e insistiu
A lua cheia que vivia escondida surgiu
Minha cidade toda se enfeitou
Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor
Mas para meu desencanto
O que era doce acabou
Tudo tomou seu lugar
Depois que a banda passou
E cada qual no seu canto
Em cada canto uma dor
Depois da banda passar
Cantando coisas de amor
Lyrics translation
Was for nothing in life
My love called me
To see the band pass
Singing things of love
My suffering people
She said goodbye to the pain
To see the band pass
Singing things of love
The serious man who counted money stopped
The Lantern who counted advantage stopped
The girlfriend who counted the stars stopped
To see, hear and give way
The sad girl who lived silent smiled
The sad Rose that lived closed opened
And the whole girl got fucked
To see the band pass
Singing things of love
The weak old man forgot about fatigue and thought
Who was still young to go out on the terrace and danced
Ugly girl bent over the window
Thinking that the band played for her
The merry march spread on the Avenue and insisted
The full moon that lived hidden arose
My whole town is graced
To see the band pass singing things of love
But to my disenchantment
What was sweet is over
Everything took its place
After the band passed
And each one in its corner
In every corner a pain
After the band passed
Singing things of love