[Verse]
I go on showing off how I am and I'll go on being how I can
Throwing my body against the world, walking through every corner
And by the natural law of encounters, I give and receive a little
And I pass to the naked eyes or the ones dressed in telescopes
Past, present
I participate being the mystery of the planet
[Chorus]
The triple mystery of the "stop", that I go through
And it being what remains in each one
In what I go my way and in the air that was made, that was watched
Open a parenthesis—don't forget!
That regardless of that, I'm nothing but a rascal
A brat from Brazil, who begs for and gives out alms
But I always walk and think with more than one
That's why nobody sees my bag