1890 Letra

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.