A brazilian song from 1968 (on the military dictatorship years).
Translated lyrics:
Walking against the wind, no kerchief, no ID
Under the near-December sun
I go…
The Sun is divided among crimes
Spaceships, guerillas
And beautiful Cardinales
I go…
In presidents’ faces, in passionate kisses, in teeth, legs, and flags
Bombs and Brigitte Bardot
The sun on the newsstands fills me with joy and laziness
Who reads that much news?
I go…
Among photos and names
Eyes full of color
And breast full of vain loves
I go…
Why not, why not?
She thinks about marriage
I never went back to school
No kerchief, no ID,
I go…
I drink coca-cola, she thinks about marriage
And a song consoles me
I go…
Among photos and names
No books, no rifle
No hunger, no telephone
In the heart of Brazil…
She doesn’t even know that I even thought about singing on TV
The sun is so lovely
I go…
No kerchief, no ID
Nothing in my pockets or hands
I want to go on living love
I will…
Why not, why not…
Why not, why not… why not, why not…