A keresés eredménye

Just a latin american guy

I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
 
But I've got a radio song in my head
In which an old composer from Bahia told me:
'All is divine, all is wonderful'
 
I've been listening to a lot of records
I've been talking to people
I've been walking my walk
Talk, tunes, around the night
And I don't have a single friend
That still believes that
Everything changes
With all the reason
 
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
 
But I know everything's forbidden
Rather, I wanted to say that everything's allowed
Even kissing you in the dark of the movie theater
When no one sees us
 
Don't ask me to write you
A song as one should
Correct, white, smooth
Very clean, very light
Sounds, words, are razors
And I can't sing as it's suited
Without hurting anyone
 
But don't worry, my friend
With the horrors I tell you
This is just a song
Life really is different
I mean, life is much worse
 
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
Please
Don't draw your gun in the saloon
I'm just the singer
 
But if after singing
You still want to shoot me
Kill me quickly,
In the afternoon, at three
Because at night
I have an appointment
And I can't miss it
Because of you all
 
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
But I know nothing is divine
Nothing, nothing is wonderful
Nothing, nothing is secret
Nothing, nothing is mysterious, no
 
Na na na na na na na na
 

I know my place

What can the ordinary man do
On this present moment but bleed?
(and) Try to begin
The impressive life
Fully free and triumphant?
 
What can I do
With my youth
When the maximun health nowadays
is to pretend to use the voice?
 
What can I do
(I am) A simple singer of basement´s things?
God made the street dogs to bite you
(you) Who under the moonlight
Treat them like people - of course! - by kicking them
 
Once upon a time there were a man and his time
Bloody boots on Lorca ´s clothes (1)
I look straight to present´s face and I know
That I will hear the same dirty history
There´s no reason to celebrate: Come on!
I don´t know how to laugh by no reason
 
Stay you with a positive mind
What I want is active voice (that´s what is good)
Because I am a person
That is my boat: I board it
I am person
The word 'person' doesn´t sound good nowadays
I don´t care!
 
No! You didn´t stop me from being happy!
You´ve never ever closed the door at my nose
Nobody is people
Northeast is a ficcion! There´s never been a Northeast!
 
No! I don´t come from the place of the forgottens!
I´m not from the nation of the condemneds!
I´m not from the coutryside of the offendeds!
You know well. I know my place!
 
patyrlopes

Hallucination

I've got no interest
In any theory
In any fantasy
Nor in what's more
Nor in face painting
Whees and yays, or melodies
To go after my yawning
Morning dreams
 
I've got no interest
In any theory
Nor in those things from the east
Astral romances
My hallucination
Is to bear the daily life
And my frenzy
Is the experience
With what's real
 
A black person, a poor person
A student
A woman on its own
Blue jeans and motorbikes
Gloomy regular people
Girls kept by the night
Revolver: Sniff it, your bitch!
The miserable park dwellers
With their newspapers
 
Sheeps, table, work
My body falling from the eighth floor
And the loneliness of people
From those capital cities
The aggressiveness of the night
The traffic movement
A sensitive joyous young man
That dances and shakes his body
Is too much!
 
Blackheads, pimps on the face
Rock music, Hot Dog
'Play it cool, Baby'
Twelve colorful youngsters
Two policemen
Fulfilling their duty
And defending their love
And our life
Fulfilling their cruel duty
And defending their love
And our life
 
But I've got no interest
In any theory
In any fantasy
Nor in what's more
Let alone the prophet of terror
That the clockwork orange announces
Loving and changing things
Interests me more
Loving and changing things
Loving and changing things
Interests me more
 
A black person, a poor person
A student
A woman on its own
Blue jeans and motorbikes
Gloomy regular people
Girls kept by the night
Revolver: Sniff it, your bitch!
The miserable park dwellers
With their newspapers
 
Sheeps, table, work
My body falling from the eighth floor
And the loneliness of people
From those capital cities
The aggressiveness of the night
The traffic movement
A sensitive joyous young man
That dances and shakes his body
Is too much!
 
Blackheads, pimps on the face
Rock music, Hot Dog
'Play it cool, Baby'
Twelve colorful youngsters
Two policemen
Fulfilling their hard duty
And defending our love
And our life
Fullfilling their cruel duty
And defending our love
And our life
 

Mucuripe

The sails from Mucuripe
Are heading out for fishing
They'll take away my sorrows
To the deep sea waters
 
Tonight I'm flirting
Without the fear of being missed
Without minding about marriage
 
Brand new corduroy pants
White linen coat
That until last month
On the fields was still a flower
 
Under my bent hat
An honest and naive smile
Of a charming young man
With his twenty years of love
 
That star is hers
Life, wind, sail, take me away from here
That star is hers
Life, wind, sail, take me away from here
 

At Lunch's Time

At the center of the room, before the table
On the bottom of the plate, food and sadness
We look at each other, we touch and we keep our silence
And we disagree from the moment we speak
 
Fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear...
 
Each one keeps their secret more and more locked up,
Your hand in a fist, your mouth open
Your heart deserts, your hand still
Sealed, closed tight
Wet with fear
 
Father at the head of the table: it is lunch time
My mother calls me: it is lunch time!
My younger sister, her long, dark hair
My grandma complains: it is lunch time!
 
(Hey, boy!)
 
I am still too young for all this sorrow,
Let's stop with all this and take care of our lives
Otherwise, death comes or something like that
And drag us still young and not having experienced much
 
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