A Banda - Ney Matogrosso

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

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 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

I was for nothing in life

My love called me

To see the band pass

Singing things of love

My people suffered

Said goodbye to pain

To see the band pass

Singing things of love

The serious man who counted money stopped

The lightkeeper who was boasting, stopped

The girlfriend who counted the stars

Stopped to see, hear and give way

The sad girl who was silent, smiled

The sad rose that was always closed, it opened

And the whole girl freaked out

To see the band pass

Singing things of love

I was for nothing in life

My love called me

To see the band pass

Singing things of love

My people suffered

Said goodbye to pain

To see the band pass

Singing things of love

The weak old man forgot his tiredness and thought

That he was still young enough to go out on the terrace and danced

The ugly girl leaned out of the window

Thinking that the band played for her

The joyful march spread across the avenue and insisted

The full moon that lived hidden, appeared

My whole city was decorated

To see the band pass

Singing things of love

But to my dismay

What was sweet is over

everything took its place

After the band passed

And each in their own corner

In every corner a pain

After the band passes

Singing things of love