Sobremesa
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Sobremesa
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Walking in the morning sun
My pockets are empty now
I don't have anything
Only dirty black boots
And a little flower in hands
Looking to the city
Cabs, buildings, people
A rocket goes in the sky
My mind flies
Borboletas se equilibram no espaço
Um muro velho em minha face
Uma cadeira flutua num espiral
Flores em minha camisa numa tarde do bairro
E enquanto caminho pelas ruas da cidade
Lembro que uma sobremesa me espera em casa...
Ê... Uma sobremesa...
Ê... Uma sobremesa...
Ê... Uma sobremesa...
Ê... Uma sobremesa...
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Chico Science performs "Sobremesa", and this lyric page sits inside the Chico Science catalog on LyroVerse.
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