A keresés eredménye

Humble People

There are certain days when I think about my people
And I feel my whole chest tighten up
Because it seems like it happens suddenly
Like a desire of living without being noticed
 
Just like when I walk through the suburb
I, very well, coming back in the train from somewhere
And it makes me jealous of this people
That goes forward without having no one to count on
 
They're simple houses with chairs on the sidewalk
And on the facade written above that it's a home
Through the porch withered sad flowers
Like happines that has nowhere to lean on
 
And it brings me sadness in my chest
Like spite for not being able to fight
And I, who doesn't believe, ask God for my people
They're humble people, I feel like crying
 

The Rose

Versions: #1
She crushes my life plans
Dear, guide star of my path
Thorn nailed in my throat
Throat
This saint sometimes calls me by the wrong name
And disappears
 
And disappears until late in the night
Poor thing, she works the night shift
Artist, she is crazy about Portela1
Look at her
Look at her wearing green and pink2
 
The Rose assures me she belongs to me only
Quietly, she went out to buy cigarettes
How funny, she brought some things from the Northeast of the country
How lucky
How lucky, she came back all smiles
 
Mad, she comes up with such caresses
Egyptian3, she sees me and looks away
Hippiesh, she embroided my name in her shirt
Abuses, accuses me
Inspects my pants' pockets
 
That liar cleared my wallet
Cool, she paid our bills
Alright, when it's all good she leaves me, she complains
This geisha
What a sweet woman
The Rose
 
Oh, Rose, what about my life plans?
Bandit, where is my guide star?
Tramp, you forget me in the dark night
But you swear
You swear to me that someday you'll come back home
 
She crushes my life plans
Dear, guide star of my life
Thorn nailed in my throat
Throat
This saint sometimes calls me Alberto
Alberto
 
I'm sure she dreamed with some soap opera
Penelope, awaits me embroidering
Sweating, bedridden with a fever
What a fever
This hare, how ardent she is
The Rose
 
The Rose swore me everlasting love
I took my suit to dye
Someday she brought me some tight clothes
Me gusta, me gusta
She had a whim of dancing tango
 
My meal disappeared from the fridge
Homely, her sauce is wonderful
What a dutiful daughter, she visits her family in São Paulo
To the pampas, to the pampas
She came back all tanned4
 
This fairy ruins my lyricism
This Candomblé celebration, wears down my larynx
Sphinx, she eats me up
Chilling, that good one
What a wonderful thing
The Rose
 
Oh, Rose, what about my life plans?
Bandit, where is my guide star?
Tramp, she forgets me in the dark night
But she swears
She swears that she'll come back home someday
 

• 1. A renowned samba school
• 2. The colors of Mangueira, Portela's rival
• 3. There's an idiom that literally translates to 'Play the Egyptian', meaning looking away, showing your profile, in a rude or hostile manner when you don't want to talk to someone - a reference to ancient Egyptian paintings
• 4. Pampas are a kind of plain typical of the south of Brazil (far away from São Paulo), famous for being cold and its rocky untouristy beaches

Rita

Versions: #1
Rita took away my smile
With her smile, my conversation
She took with her what was rightfully mine
She riped me off her chest and more
She took her picture, her rags, her plate
What a blunder!
A San Francis statue
And a good record by Noel Rosa
 
Rita killed our love, and as a revenge
Left no inheritance behind
She didn't take no money, because I had none
But she caused dammages
She took my plans, my poor illusions
My 20's, my heart
And to top it off, made my guitar dumb
 

This Little One

My time is short, she has left over time
My hair is gray, hers is pumpkin-colored
I'm afraid our soap opera won't last much
But I'm so happy with her
 
My day flies and she won't wake up
I walk to the corner and she wants to go to Florida
I think I can't even understand what she talks about
But I can't stop contemplating her
 
Like a Scrooge, I count my minutes
Each second that goes by
Taking care of her, who's in a different world
She who gives her hours away, oh
 
Sometimes she paints her lips and goes out
Don't mind me, I say, take your time
I feel I'll still suffer for that little one
But the blues is already worth it
 

The Gypsies

- Attention I ask, gentlemen,
for this short reading:
we are gypsies from the Egypt,
we read the future fortune.
I'll tell all things
that I can already see
on this boy's life
recently born:
will learn to walk
on mud, as crabs,
and to run, will teach
the amphibian crabs,
for what's amphibian
as we, from right here.
 
- Attention I ask, gentlemen,
also for my reading:
I also come from 'the Egypts'
I'll complete the figure.
Other things I'm seeing
it's necessary I say:
don't think that his life
has to be forever noxious.
 
- Early will learn to hunt:
first, the chickens,
that is picking from the floor
everything that smells like food
then, will learn with
other animal species:
with pigs on dumpsites,
with dogs on trash.
 
- Shall not fish
with net all life long.
My friend forgot
to say every line.
I see from here how plain
is the life of an office man,
way more healthy than mangroves,
having it, though, cliffs.
 
- I see him, some years later,
in Maruim's Island,
dressing mud black,
returning of fishing crabs
and see him, even bigger,
through the mire
making his finger as baits
to fish shrimps.
 
- I don't see him inside mangroves,
I see him inside a factory:
if he is black, it's not mud,
it's grease from his machine,
matter cleaner than mud
of tidal fisherman
that here we se dressed
with mud from face to foot.
And more: so you don't think
that everything is sad on your life,
I see things that work
may even conquer you:
that is moving out from these mangroves
of Capibaribe
to a better shed
on Beberibe mangroves.
 

Caracara

Caracara
In the backcountry there
It's a creature flies like an airplane
It's a mean bird
With a crooked beak like a hawk's
Caracara
When it sees the scorched crop
It flies away, screeching,
Caracara
Going on a hunt
Caracara eats charred snake even
When the chill weather comes
In the backcountry there's no more scorched crop
Caracara doesn't starve though
The mules that roam downhill
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara
Not gon' starve
Caracara
Got more guts than men
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara is mean, is a bully
It's the eagle there of my backcountry
The little mules they can't wander off
It pulls on their belly 'till they dead
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara
Not gon' starve
Caracara
Got more guts than men
Caracara
 

Will Cristina ever be back?

Will Cristina ever be back?
Is she going to stay there?
Could it be that she doesn't care
to knock on the door to cheer me up?
 
Day and night I wonder
My thing is wondering
Will Cristina be back?
Who knows if she wants to come back
Will Cristina be back?
Is she going to stay there?
 
Longing to hear from her
In the streets I look for those who can brief me
Some laughing, make a mockery of it
Others think I'm insane.
Some go by so fast
That can't listen to me.
 
Will Cristina come back?
Will she like it?
Will it be that in the coldest hours
Of the empty nights don't she think about coming back?
Is she eager to come back?
Is she taking her time?
 
Will Cristina ever be back?
Is she going to stay there?
Will Cristina ever be back?
Is she going to stay there?
 

Argonauts

The Boat!
My heart can't stand
Such storm, happiness
My heart can't settle
The day, the milestone, my heart
The port, no!
 
Sailing is a must
Living is not
Sailing is a must
Living is not
 
The Boat!
Night on yours, so beautiful
Loose lost smile
Horizon, daybreak
The laughter, the daybreak's arc
The port, nothing!
 
Sailing is a must
Living is not
Sailing is a must
Living is not
 
The boat!
The bright automobile
The loose track, the clatter
Of my teeth hitting your vein
The blood, the puddle, slow sound
The port, silence!
 
Sailing is a must
Living is not
Sailing is a must
Living is not
 

Lights are on red

Hey! How you doing?
Yeah, it’s going OK ... And you? You OK?
OK ... I’m rushing off to grab my place in the future. And you?
OK ... I’m off in search of a good night’s sleep. Who knows?
It’s been so long. But I guess ...
So long ...
Sorry about the rush. It’s just the way things have been.
Oh! It’s nothing. Me too, I’m stuck in the fast lane. When will you call?
Maybe we could meet somewhere? Next week, I promise we’ll get together. Who knows?
It’s been so long. But I guess ...
So long ... so many things I wanted to say. But I got stifled by the dust from the streets.
Things I want to say too. But memory fails me.
Do call. I’d love a quick drink. Maybe next week?
The lights are changing ...
I’ll come and get you.
They’re going green.
I promise. I won’t forget.
Please don’t forget. Please.
So long. I won’t forget.
So long ...
So long ...
 

When I'm gone I will be ruthlessly gone

When I'm gone, I will be ruthlessly gone
Ruth must stay
 
Such unloved dear, and so in need of love
Delicate lirium, no hands to look after you
Curve of a serene river, no bow to sail with
And so many roadsides , no man to settle down with
 
What I've done is too little
But it's mine, and I'll take it
I'm leaving many enemies behind
Because I've always been righteous
I've warmed, on this chest, many crying faces
Dear of mine, for how long shall you remember me?
 
When I'm gone, I will be ruthlessly gone
Ruth must stay
 

Itinerant

On the stage, in the square, in the circus, on a garden bench
Running in the dark, smeared on the wall
You'll get to know me
 
Itinerant, gypsy
Under the bridge, singing
Under the earth, singing
In the mouth of the people, singing
 
Beggar, rogue, brat, mulambo good or bad (singing)
Escaped slave, crazy as a loon
I'm going to make my festival
 
Itinerant, gypsy
Under the bridge, singing
Under the earth, singing
In the mouth of the people, singing
 
Poet, clown, pirate, ballad, the wandering jew (singing)
Sleeping on the road, in nothing, in nothing
And this world is all mine
 
Itinerant, gypsy
Under the bridge, singing
Under the earth, singing
In the mouth of the people, singing
 

In spite of you*

Versions: #2
Today it’s you who gives orders
What is said, is said
There's no discussing it
Today every person
Talks about you behind your back
And looks to the floor, can you see?
 
You who invented this state
And who tried to invent
All this darkness
You who invented sin
Forgot to invent
forgiveness
 
In spite of you
Tomorrow will be
Another day
I’m asking you
Where will you hide
From our happiness
How will you ban
When a cock insists
To start singing ?
New water will be sprouting
And people loving each other
All the time
 
When the time comes
All this suffering
I will ask you to pay with interest, I swear**
All this repressed love
This contained shout
This samba in the dark
 
You who invented sadness
Please just
Disinvent it
You will pay double
For every tear that fell
Down my face
 
In spite of you
Tomorrow will be
Another day
I will even pay to see
The garden blossom,
The one you didn't want
You will suffer
When you see the sun shining
Without asking for permission
I will die of laughter
This day will arrvive
Before you can even think about it
 
In spite of you
Tomorrow will be
Another day
You will have to see
When the morning is born
How will you explain to yourself
When suddely
The sky gets clear
And people are gonna sing,
Facing you
 
In spite of you
….
 

She's gone mad

She's gone mad,
Saw the arrival of wednesday
The end of the game
Flags being erased
Ans she's still dancing samba
 
She's gone mad
Saw the death of joy
Fantasies being ripped
The days without dawn
And she's still dancing samba
 
She doesn't notice everyone is already
Casually suffering
All town has forgotten,
The fake life, the avenue where
 
She's gone mad
Saw the death of joy
Fantasies being ripped
The days without dawn
And she's still dancing samba
 
Who doesn't envy the unhappy one, happy
In his satin world, like this
Mocking pain, sin
Lost time, game over
 

This girl is different now

Versions: #2
This girl is different now
She doesn't know me anymore
She's so forward thinking
She's leaving me behind
This girl is sure
To supermordenize herself
She only dances samba hidden
So that no one will notice
 
I grow roses and rhymes
Thinking that's great
She looks to me from above
And she'll deconstructed the song
I compose her a flute concert
And I don't provoke on her any emotion
She wants to see the astronaut
To appear on TV
 
But time goes by
Time goes by
She undoes myself
What's wrong after all
Because she only feels spite about me
She only feels disdain about me
But time goes by
Time goes by
She undoes me
But what's so wrong
If in the left side of her chest
Deep inside, she still wants good for me
 
This girl is different now
She doesn't know me anymore
She's so forward thinking
She's leaving me behind
 
This girl is that window
I'm tired of singing for
And now she's on her own
Rockin' it
 
But time goes by
Time goes by
She undoes myself
What's wrong after all
Because she only feels spite about me
She only feels disdain about me
But time goes by
Time goes by
She undoes me
But what's so wrong
If in the left side of her chest
Deep inside, she still wants good for me
 

Carolina

Carolina, in your deep eyes
You keep so much pain, the pain of the entire world
I've told you already that it won't work
Your tears won't help at all
I invited you to dance
It's time, I know, to enjoy
 
Out there, my love, a rose bloomed
There was samba to everybody, a star tore itself
And I very well showed it to you, smiling
Through the window, look how pretty!
But Carolina couldn't see it.
 
Carolina, in your deep eyes
You keep so much pain, the pain that no longer exists
I told you that it would end
Everything I gave to you so that you could cope with
A thousand verses were sang by me to please you
And now I don't know how to explain
 
Out there, my love, a rose has withered
The party's over, our boat has departed
And I very well showed it to her
Time passed through window
But Carolina was the only one to see it.