The Dance

Lyrics: Renato Russo
Music: Dado Villa-Lobos/Renato Russo/Marcelo Bonfá

I don't know what is right
I just see prejudice
And you with your new clothes
They're only new clothes
You don't have the ideas
To accompany the fashion

Treating girls
Like they were trash
Or then rare species
That only belongs to you

Or then a rare species
That you don't respect

Or then a rare species
That is only an object
To use and throw away
After having pleasure

You are so modern
You think so modern
But you're the same as your parents
It's only a question of age

Passing through this phase
Whatever happened and whatever happens

You with your drugs
And your theories
And your rebellion
And your loneliness

You live with your excesses
But you don't have any more money
To pay for another escape

Get out of the house then
Then it's another party
It's another Friday
Which damages your future
You have your entire life

You're so adroit
You're so sure
But you have never danced
With hatred of truth.

You're so adroit
You're so sure
That you aren't going to err
But life leaves marks.
Be careful
If one day you dance

We are all so modern
Only we are not sincere
We hide ourselves more and more
It's only a question of age

Passing through this phase
Whatever happened and whatever happens