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Buenos Dias! é o segundo álbum de estúdio da carreria solo do cantor gaúcho Wander Wildner, lançado em 1999 pelo gravadora Trama. Produzido pelo próprio Wander e gravado nos Estúdios Dreher em Porto Alegre.

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released January 1, 2000

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Wander Wildner Porto Alegre, Brazil

Concerts Wander Wildner are capable of arousing the most visceral and simpletons of the feelings of those who authorize quit writing cliches, remember undone loves or childhood memories, whip out a handkerchief to wipe the tears. And feel cool with it all. In the repertoire of the show he meets the classics of his career and new songs. ... more

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Track Name: Entre o céu e o inferno
The sun beats down on my face I can not see almost nothing
Thirst, hunger, tiredness, can not stop
The night is coming and with it the cold
My legs crawl, fall on the floor and blow out
Track Name: Minha Vizinha
I live alone in an apartment
On the seventh floor of a flea-bitten
I hear voices at night coming from the wall
Is my neighbor who wakes based

Go to the kitchen
Open the refrigerator
My mind fogs
Give me a trembling

I want to touch your doorbell
I want to end this little life
Is a woman who lives next door

I want to get stuck in the elevator with you
In the dark show you all my love
I love you through that wall
Come quickly quench all my thirst
Is a woman who lives next door
Track Name: Quase um Alcoolatra
I know I've been drinking too much,
You already told me.
I know I'm falling to the ground,
And it causes a bad impression.

But I need it,
I want you to understand,
I just want you to understand
How much I need this!

I'm almost an alcoholic,
Almost an alcoholic,
I'm almost an alcoholic,
Almost an alcoholic.
Track Name: Rato de Porão
In my street has a nigger playing football all day
The mother is a laundress, her father is a drunk.
What will he be when he grows up?

a rat basement. Rat, a rat basement

Around the corner is an old man who takes care of parking
He has no car or bike. The vaiser when he died?

a rat basement. Rat, a rat basement

In my house has three dolphins take over the living room
They are gray and have blue eyes.
What are they going to have for dinner?

a rat basement. Rat, a rat basement
Track Name: Não sei viver
Do not know how to live
At first it was just you and microfonias summer, but the rain came and erased
I am not cruel practical feel your gall
You're beautiful to others, I'm losing my mind, looking at the change of season
Do not know how to live, not live
I gathered all the things I could not tell you my new address
just know that there is far
Do not know how to live, not live, do not know how to live, not live
Track Name: Eu queria morar em Beverly Hills
I wanted to live in Beverly Hills
In a mansion of one million five hundred thousand
Having limo, swimming pool and cellphone
Wipe your ass with dollar burp and caviar

Back in Beverly Hills

I wanted to be friends with Kelly
Brandon, Brenda and Donna
Being the neighbor of Daryl Hannah
To kiss your Big Butts
The Daryl Hannah and her Big Butts
The Daryl Hannah and her Big Butts

Back in Beverly Hills
Back in Beverly Hills

I wanted a Porsche
Able to sing with Walsh
I wanted a Porsche
Able to sing with Walsh

The Walsh the Walsh the Walsh
Back in Beverly Hills
Back in Beverly Hills

I wanted to live in Beverly Hills
In a mansion of one million five hundred thousand
Having limo, swimming pool and cellphone
Wipe your ass with dollar burp and caviar

I wanted to be friends with Kelly
Of Brandon, Brenda and Donna's
Being the neighbor of Daryl Hannah
Just to kiss your Big Butts
The Daryl Hannah and her Big Butts
The Daryl Hannah and her Big Butts

Back in Beverly Hills
Back in Beverly Hills
Back in Beverly Hills
Hey daddy, bring me her baby tequila
Track Name: D.M.L.U.
I am a dustman
A public servant
Working all day
And I have bad smell
Working with ripped pants
The crotch Knee
I barely have money to keep me alive

My father was also a garbage
And Benedict lived in Council
He said everybody
Why I came to the world?

I'm from DMLU, and who does not like fuck you
I'm from DMLU, and who does not like fuck you
Track Name: O Guaiba tá podre!
The Guaíba're rotten, the Guaiba goes die

Still bathe in it. Still drink the water it

The Guaíba're rotten, the Guaiba goes die
Dirt seems visible and cleaning seems impossible

The Guaíba're rotten, the Guaiba goes die
Still wash my hands in it. But I can not wash my hand

Anglers and paddlers. Farofeiros and garbage
All that still use the Guaiba somehow
In its waters run very little blood
In its waters run very little blood
Old river like an old tired and maltrado river
Track Name: Refrões
Paul Francis gone to heaven, but then Steve Vai, Jupiter Apple draws mushrooms
Walter Franco deep breath, Neil Young can not never die, Nei Lisboa type in Aleph Bureau
The Graforréia Xilarmônica is the good order of the Philharmonic, in Porto Alegre in Rio Grande do Sul
The Fenders succeeds, None of Us is Ultramen, Luiz Wanderley Wildner

They all make good choruses, they all make good choruses,
they all make good choruses
Track Name: Jesus voltará!
Jesus Christ will return, hallelujah!
In Porto Alegre it goes live, hallelujah!
People will like, hallelujah!
Our lives will improve, hallelujah!

Christians asked her back
Waited for this hour
All together in a joint effort
For Jesus is the salvation

Everyone wants a better world
Everyone wants to live in peace
Now yes it will be cool
Because Jesus is the channel

But in that neighborhood vai Jesus live?
What street will be Jesus?
In Santa Cecilia or Conception?
In the Holy Spirit or the Assumption?

Everyone wants it to be in your street
Mom wants him to stay at home
I'm thinking that this will give a big mess
For a time like everyone is more Christian
Track Name: Albert Einstein
I can be anyone, you can be anything too
God may be in heaven or it may have been invented by someone

Science can be an invention and you have to doubt laziness
The universe may be inside out where you think you are

Think about it without thinking, without having to stay here
Everything is so relative, practical as always was on

Speak louder Albert Einstein
The more I get the more I deaf can hear

The truth may have two sides that you had no chance of knowing
The wisest must be silent listening to the silence has to say