Lletres: Caetano Veloso. A Foreign Sound. Come As You Are.

Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up
Choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memory.
Memori-a
Memori-a.
Memori-a.

Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memory.
Memori-a
Memori-a
Memori-a

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
I don't have a gun

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)