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Ary Lobo

Eu Vou Pra LuaI'm Going to the Moon

Ary Lobo · Ary Lobo e Seus Grandes Sucessos Ary Lobo and His Great Hits (1964)

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Composer: Ary Lobo

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Eu Vou Prá Lua

Eu vou morar lá

Sair no meu Sputnik

Do Campo do Jiquiá


Já estou enjoado aqui da terra

Onde o povo a pulso faz regime

A indústria, roubo, a fome, o crime

Onde os preços aumentam todo dia

O progresso daqui a carestia

Não adianta mais se fazer crítica

Ninguém acredita na política

Onde o povo só vive em agonia


Na lua não tem

Nome abreviado

IPSEP, IPM

Nem COFAP

Nem IPASSE

Nem TIPE

Nem COHAB

Nem contrabando

De mercadoria

Lá não falta água

Não falta energia

Não falta hospital

Não falta escola

É fuzilado lá

Quem come bola

E morre na rua

Quem faz anarquia


Lá não tem juventude transviada

Os rapazes de lá não têm malícia

Quando há casamento na polícia

A moça é quem é sentenciada

Porventura se a mulher for casada

E enganar o marido a coisa é feia

Ela pega dez anos de cadeia

E o conquistador não sofre nada

Translation

I'm Going to the Moon

I'm going to live there

Leaving in my Sputnik

From Campo do Jiquiá


I'm already sick of it here on earth

Where the people are forced to diet

The industry, theft, the hunger, the crime

Where prices increase every day

The progress here is the high cost of living

It's no use criticizing anymore

No one believes in politics

Where the people only live in agony


On the moon there isn't

Abbreviated names

IPSEP, IPM

Nor COFAP

Nor IPASSE

Nor TIPE

Nor COHAB

Nor smuggling

Of merchandise

There's no lack of water there

There's no lack of energy

There's no lack of hospital

There's no lack of school

There they shoot

Whoever goofs off

And dies in the street

Whoever makes anarchy


There's no misguided youth there

The boys there have no malice

When there's a wedding in the police

The girl is the one who is sentenced

If by chance the woman is married

And deceives her husband, things are bad

She gets ten years in jail

And the conqueror suffers nothing

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