Paroles de 1890
There's a crowd moving down the street,in the glare of a midsummer's beat.
The men beating on their drums.
Dancing the Samba.
There's a girl of seventeen,
playing rhythms on her tambourine.
The heat is so strong.
It's already well past December.
And in the strange and misty haze.
I saw those old colonial days.
Of Rio in the old Carnival of 1890.
There's a man sleeping in the street.
He's unable to stand up on his feet.
He's drunk too much rum,
and made too much love in the moonlight.
The Mulatta's got a look in her eye.
You can tell the way she's moving her thighs.
She's lost in a trance and you know she'll dance
Till sunlight.
And in the strange and misty haze.
I saw those old colonial days.
Of Rio in the old Carnival of 1890.
They were dancing in the street.
Dancing in the street.
Dancing in the street.
It's already well past December.
And in the strange and misty haze.
I saw those old colonial days.
Of Rio in the old Carnival of 1890.
There's a man sleeping in the street.
He's unable to stand up on his feet.
He's drunk too much rum,
and made too much love in the moonlight.
The Mulatta's got a look in her eye.
You can tell the way she's moving her thighs.
She's lost in a trance and you know she'll dance
Till sunlight.
And in the strange and misty haze.
I saw those old colonial days.
Of Rio in the old Carnival of 1890.
They were dancing in the street.
Dancing in the street.
Dancing in the street.
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