Caetano

Caetano do you still cry in London, London?
Where is your dear Brazil?
Where are your palm trees and, Brazil?

Caetano do you feel a little more blue then then?
Do the people stop to talk and are there flying saucers
Where is your love and your, Brazil?

Caetano do you weep tonight?
Mr. Veloso is there nothing worth anything?
Where is your hope and your, Brazil?

Caetano is this you and is this me?
And is the air warm tonight?
Are the palm trees blowing in your, Brazil?