One, two, three ... One, two, three ... I walk slowly on the path And it goes from tomb to tomb I can keep thinking about what's good I see a clear path to my Brazil Despite the vertigo of a visionary That doesn't lack followers In the coma, my music outside That's just love I see certain things in the world Where am I? In the coma, it's the guitar At dawn, this is a hotel room Soon, a bus leaves Down the road, under the sky The state of São Paulo is beautiful Think about you and me Full of this hope that God gave God gave, that God gave That God gave, that God gave When I sing to you Tomorrow you'll know I'll see you again Already in barretos, I only saw them operate I'm going to think When I get to Americana I don't know what will be Sometimes it's lonely to live I let it flow in that Everything that has no end It's that everything existing with me Depends only on me Cow, manaca, cloud, longing Cane, coffee, grass Great courage is to be able to say yes Great courage is to be able to say yes Great courage is to be able to say yes