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08.08.2020

Entity

I tried to keep
The worse from happening
But you held me against the well
Well, I'll tell you
 
I suddenly noticed I was on a dead end
Banished from your heart
I decided I wouldn't suffer anymore
Many times I smelled other scents over your body
Although I was consumed by jealousy
I gave in to you anyway
 
And a woman like me
Shouldn't be disenchanted like that
She flies into a rage, incorporates1
And then doesn't want to go up2 anymore
Those who live on the tightrope
Learn to balance
And make any scoundrel
Swing in the samba circle
 
It looks like a lie, it looks like it's unimportant
After everything, it's me who suffers
I see the baiana3 being target of tributes
And making spells to my man
 
Is this baiana some kind of entity4?
Wife of my man's entity
Did I lose my own identity?
Is it her, is it me?
 
And a woman like me
Shouldn't be disenchanted like that
She flies into a rage, incorporates1
And then doesn't want to go up2 anymore
Those who live on the tightrope
Learn to balance
And make any scoundrel
Swing in the samba circle
 
It looks like a lie, it looks like it's unimportant
After everything, it's me who suffers
I see the baiana3 being target of tributes
And making spells to my man
 
Is this baiana some kind of entity4?
Wife of my man's entity
Did I lose my own identity?
Is it her, is it me?
 
It looks like a lie, it looks like it's unimportant
After everything, it's me who suffers
I see the baiana3 being target of tributes
And making spells to my man
 
Is this baiana some kind of entity4?
Wife of my man's entity
Did I lose my own identity?
Is it her, is it me?
 
It looks like a lie...
 
  • A spirit takes hold of her
  • Go back to heaven
  • It is a play on 'rodar a baiana'. She means she incorporated the spirit of a baiana, which is a woman from Bahia
  • A supernatural one
07.12.2018

The Gafieira Turn

Look at me there
Raising my flag
Raising dust
I am the gafieira...quite Brazilian
 
Look at me there
Raising my flag
And raising dust
I am the gafieira
 
Look at my swagger ('ginga')
My balance,
My way of dancing.
 
I am art,
I am the people,
I am there again
I came back to show
My swagger ('ginga'), my dance
For our children to learn
So that in the future
In the pure smile will help me live
 
With this help
In danger, I do not run from dying
But if it happens, the youth take action
To defend me
 
With this help
In danger I do not run from dying
But if it happens, the youth take action
To defend me