Ricardo - Mallu Magalhães

Richard came inside a gas truck’s gear

Hiding from officers

Crossing the limits of the country’s fears

And lying as gossipers

And he decided to leave the hiding place

To take a walk in the American dream

Felt so scared but he needed some sun on the face

And in the street officers took him

Those were hard days for a gambler

Those were hard days for a man

But too hard to remember

As he had leave again

Richard got rid of Miami law

By deportation and some injuries

When the moreno man

With a punch on the jaw

Got in love so tenderly

Because in the flight he heard a voice

Which latin accent swung his soul

So when they landed love left no choice

Had to go with her to mexico

Those were good days for a glamber

Those were a good days for a man

But too good to remember

As he had to leave again

Richard waited the night

To leave the house of cheer

When she was sleeping safe

Kissed her belly with guilty tear

But must get lonely to be rave

And hit the road looking for something else

But for the first time felt alone

Wanted a place to rest in peace

But there’s no way back home