Tekst:
Carrossel

Voce vai lembrar Quanto eu fui sonhar Um pais todo em flor Numa estrela Tanto tempo eu sei Ja se foi sem te alcancar Carrossel A girar em meu sonho

Prijevod: Sérgio Britto. Ringišpil.

I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out an' out You spend the day your way Call it morning driving Through the south In an' out the valley

I can hear the breathing all around me Its sound is charmingly But to my merry-go-round Finding my way, reeling around Watching every sundown One day

Groove it up, it's Friday night Time to have some fun, alright To know what's up I gotta reach an' pick up the phone Yeah, the answer's always Mick My

My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a

There are days that take too long It's those days I wish I had you right here in my arms I'm getting lonely I'm sick of waiting here for you I'm getting

Trumpets please I wanna welcome everybody to Killa season Dip, dip, dip Come and fuck with the set Dip, dip, dip Come and fuck with the set They tried

Who's gonna tell you when It's too late? Who's gonna tell you things Aren't so great? You can't go on Thinkin' nothing's wrong, ohh no Who's gonna drive