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Profane Cow

I truly respect my tears
But even more my laugh
On that I wright my words
In the voice of a sacred woman
Profane cow, put your horns
Outside and above the herd
Ê
Ê owner of divine tits
Spill the good milk on my face
And the bad milk on the face of the tedious
 
Follows the moved Madrileña
Also kills you Barcelona
Napoli, Pino, Pi, Pau, Punks
Picassos move around London
Bahia ominipresently
Rio e gorgeous horizon
Ê
Ê cow of divine tits
All the good milk in my throat
The bad milk to the tedious
 
I want you to paint a love, Bethânia
Steve Wonder, Andaluz
Like the one I had in Tel Aviv
Close to the sea, far from the cross
But in a cubist composition
My world Thelonius Monk's blues
Ê
Ê cow of divine tits
I want all of your milk in my soul
No bad milk to the tedious
 
I'm shy and flamboyant
Tower traced by Gaudí
São Paulo is like the whole world
In the world I lost a great love
Faces of Paris, New York
Without sorrow we keep going
Ê
Ê owner of divine tits
Your good for the hollow, my fault
And the rest flood the souls of the tedious
 
But I can also be tedious
Up close no one's normal
Sometime's goes in a straight line
Life, my good, my bad
Furthermore the planets ramblas (streets)
A cup of Orchata please
Ê
Ê goddess of astonishing tits
A drop of good milk on my face
A rain of the same good on the tedious
 

A Communist (Marighella)

A mulato Baiano
Very tall and mulato
Son of an Italian
And of a black Hauçá
 
He went learning how to read
Watching the world around him
And paying attention
To what wasn't in plain view
Thus is born a communist
 
A mulato Baiano
Who died in São Paulo
Shot by men of the military power
Due to features it acquired in American soil
The so-called cold war
Rome, France and Bahia
 
The communists kept dreams
The communists! The communists!
 
The mulato Baiano, mini and manual
Of the urban guerrilla who was arrested by Vargas
Later by Magalhães
Finally, by the milicos
He was always chased in the minutiae of the tracks
How are the communists?
 
Not that his enemies
Were fighting
Against the terror nations
That communism schemes
 
But for vain interesets
Of power and wealth
Almost always for less
Almost never for more
 
The communists kept dreams
The communists! The communists!
 
The Baiano died
While I was exiled
And I sent a message
'It me who has died'
And that he was alive
 
But no one understood
Life without utopia
In my understanding doesn't exist
Thus speaks as communist
 
However, the human race
Remains tragic, always
Undecodable
Boredom, horror, wonderment
 
Oh, mulato Baiano
Samba reveres you
Even though it doesn't believe
In violence and guerrilla
Boredom, horror and wonderment
 
Grimy sidewalks
Multitudes decaying
There's an abyss between men
And men, the horror
 
Who and how will make
The earth be kindled?
And untie it's knots
Discussing itself clearly
Iemanjá, Maria, Iara
Iansã, Catijaçara
 
The mulato Baiano didn't obey
The orders of interest that came from Moscow
It was romantic struggle
It was light, it was darkness
Made of wonderment, of boredom and of horror
 
The communists kept dreams
The communists! The communists!
 

The Frog

Choir of color
Shadow of sound of color
Of wanting me badly
Of wanting me badly for good
Of telling me well
Of telling me like this
I'll be happy
I'll be happy from flower
From flower to flower
From samba to samba in sound
Coming and going
Of green seeing green
Foot of grass
Quill, peep
I saw you well
Breaking dawn, yes
Close to me
Close to the clarity
Of morning
The grass, the mud, everything
Is my sister
The branch, the toad, the jump
Of a frog
 

Hidden Eclipse

Versions: #2
Our love
Didn't work out
Laughs and tears
From up-close
We were almost nothing
The kind of love
Which can't work out
In the morning light
And we wasted
Djavan's blues
 
Too many words
Weak life impulse
Mind locked in ideology
And the body didn't act
As if the heart
Had to rather opt
Between the insect and the insecticide
 
I'm not complaining
I didn't know how to love you
But I won't stop
Wishing to conquer
Something
In you
What is it?
 
As it's never shown
The other side of the moon
I wish to travel
To the other side of yours
My heart
Chicken of lion
Doesn't want
To delay disappointments anymore
The hidden eclipse
In the summer light
 
But actually we were
Quite happy
But just in the prelude
Laughs and tears
'Till we went to the studio
But in time of bed
Nothing worked out
It's so like me to say
That I'm not for real
I'm just a famous name
 
I'm not complaining
I didn't know how to love you
But I won't stop
Wishing to conquer
Something
In you
What is it?
 
Nothing has to work
Our love is pretty
Just didn't tell us why it happened
Late and distressed
And we stopped in the middle of it
Not knowing the desires
And where they would end
And that project
Is still in the air
 
I don't want you
To be mad at me
I want to be your love
I want to be your friend
I want everything to work
Like the music of Tim Maia
With no worries about me
With no despair
With no boredom, with no ending
 
I'm not complaining
I didn't know how to love you
But I won't stop
Wishing to conquer
Something
On you
What is it?
 

Complaint

Versions: #2
Such a delicate love
You scorn it
You shouldn't have aroused it
You knee, but do not pray
 
That kind of thing that scares
For its greatness
I am not the only one to blame
Of that I am sure
 
Princess, surprise, you wrecked me
Serpent, can't even feel that you've poisoned me
Lady, what about now, tell me where to go
Lady, serpent, princess
 
Such a violent love
When it becomes bitterness
It is the reverse of a feeling
Ocean with no water
 
Waves, desires of revenge
Of this un-nature
Beat hard without hope
Against your hardness
 
Princess, surprise, you wrecked me
Serpent, can't even feel, that you've poisoned me
Lady, what about now, tell me where do I go
Lady, serpent, princess
 
Such a delicate love
No other man would give you
Maybe it was a sin
betting on happiness
 
You think I have everything
And empty you leave me
But God doesn't want me to be mute
And I call out this complaint / grievance
 
Princess, surprise, you wrecked me
Serpent, you don't even feel that you've poisoned me
Lady, tell me where do I go
Friend, tell me...
 

Little Bud Of Wallflower

Beautiful bud of wallflower,
If you knew my pain
You would correspond to my love
And you would calm my suffering,
Because, you know that without you
Life is nothing for me,
You know very well,
Little bud of wallflower.
 
There's nothing for me in the world
Another bud of wallflower
That I can provide my passion
And I can offer my heart,
Because you're the woman
To whom I've given my love,
And I swore to you, beautiful wallflower,
Fidelity until death.
 
That's why I sing for you,
My little bud of wallflower
Give me your seductive fragrance
And of your love a little.
Because, you know that without you
Life is nothing for me,
You know very well,
Little bud of wallflower.
 
(Music)
 
That's why I sing for you,
My little bud of wallflower
Give me your seductive fragrance
And of your love a little.
Because, you know that without you
Life is nothing for me,
You know very well,
Little bud of wallflower.
 
You know very well,
Little bud of wallflower.
 

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Offertory

Everything that, for you, I saw blooming from me
Lord of life
For this joy that I´ve spread and felt
I bring it here today
All this fruits that you see here together
Lord of life
They, in each one of them and in me, all your loyals, I put under your feet
You felt I
would give hope to your sign
A proof that life is good
And that beauty defeats evil
All that was me, but I did not lose
Lord of life
The ones I´ve already cried and the ones still coming, I preach to you
 
patyrlopes

It's written

Those who cultivate the seed of love
Go ahead and don't freak out
If in life they find distaste
They will know how to wait for their turn
Those who cultivate the seed of love
Go ahead and don't freak out
If in life they find distaste
They will know how to wair for their turn
Sometimes happiness takes a long time to arrive
That's when we can't stop dreaming
Warriors don't run from the fight and can't run away
No one will be able to delay those who were born to win
It's a sunny day but the weather can change
The rain only comes when it has to get wet
In life we need to learn
You harvest the good you plant
It is God who points the star that has to shine.
 
[Caetano, Zeca, Moreno & Tom Veloso]
Raise your head, stand tall and go with your faith
Send the sadness away
You just have to believe a new dawn is approaching
Your time is coming
Raise your head, stand tall and go with your faith
Send the sadness away
You just have to believe a new dawn is approaching
Your time is coming
 
[Caetano Veloso]
Those who cultivate the seed of love
Go ahead and don't freak out
If in life they find distaste
They will know how to wait for their turn
Those who cultivate the seed of love
Go ahead and don't freak out
If in life they find distaste
They will know how to wair for their turn
Sometimes happiness takes a long time to arrive
That's when we can't stop dreaming
Warriors don't run from the fight and can't run away
No one will be able to delay those who were born to win
It's a sunny day but the weather can change
The rain only comes when it has to get wet
In life we need to learn
You harvest the good you plant
It is God who points the star that has to shine.
 
[Caetano, Zeca, Moreno & Tom Veloso]
Raise your head, stand tall and go with your faith
Send the sadness away
You just have to believe a new dawn is approaching
Your time is coming
Raise your head, stand tall and go with your faith
Send the sadness away
You just have to believe a new dawn is approaching
Your time is coming
 

One Place

We are both one place
We are both one love
If everyone were like we both are
Heaven would cry
Then the sea would fill
 
Apart from the delusions I've had
Ours is always good, hon'
All here is yours
Including me
Leave the pain
 
There the two rivers will join
The horizon will them seize
When you come smiling
My smile you will earn
 
Hon'
Come closer here
I am your place
 
I won't let you escape, I won't
I won't let [it]
You are my place
 

Song of a People of a Place

All day the sun rises
And the people sing
To the sun of every day
 
At evening's end the earth reddens
And the people cry
Because the afternoon ends
 
When at night the moon meekens
And the people dance
Venerating the night
 
At dawn, a starry sky
And the people sleep
Dreaming of the day
 

Melodic Funk

I have learnt nothing with that emotional song,
Nothing to warn my heart
Messy woman, you truly deserve heaven
Like it's said in Santa's samba song
 
You produce anger, confusion, sadness and pain
You prove jealousy is simply love's manure
 
Go to a doctor or to a unburden session
My love has a cheap price
I have no bricks nor paving stone
There's left the melodic funk only
 
You produce anger, confusion, sadness and pain
You prove jealousy is simply love's manure
 
Don't hug, you should hug this brick-lyrics
This heaven talk,
It was only for Santa.
Not even with a flower's smell,
I'd hit you.
I'm neither brave or strong,
I'm don't even come from the North.
No death anthem
In my external HD
The paving stone
Is the poetic way
Which means anger
Which want anger and more anger
Anger, contempt and horror,
Unlove.
The brick is to yell:
You made me furious
That you made me furious
You made me furious
You made me furious
You made me furious
 
You produce anger, confusion, sadness and pain
You prove jealousy is simply love's manure
 
I have learnt nothing with that emotional song
Nothing to warn my heart
 
I have learnt nothing with that emotional song
Nothing to warn my heart
Messy woman, you truly deserve heaven
Like it's said in Santa's samba song
 
My love has a cheap price
I have no bricks nor paving stone
There's left the melodic funk only
 

Fine appearance

A little lively sidewalk
With light of moon or sun
Lying like a ribbon
With its ties of glow
 
Glow of the geraniums
And smiles with blush
Glow of the carnations
And the cheeks in bloom
 
Perfumed of magnolia,
Sprinkled with morning dew
the little sidewalk smiles
When your foot caress her
 
And the Cuculi1 laughs
and the window starts shaking
When for that sidewalk
Your fine appearance walks
 
Fine appearance, gentleman
Gentleman of fine appearance
A bright star that would smile
under a hat
Wouldn't smile
more gorgeous nor more would shine,
gentleman in your walk, walk
shines the sidewalk when you walking
 
It takes you to the vestibules
and the enchanted courtyards
It takes you to the small squares
snd the dreamed love
 
Sidewalk that coos coos
With embroidered taffeta
chapin's2 heel of silk
And starched jerkins
It's a lively little pathway
With light of moon or sun
That I'll Be walking on it singing
to see if I can reach you
 
Fine appearance, gentleman
Who could preserve you
 
Fine appearance, gentleman
Gentleman of fine appearance
A bright star that would smile
under a hat
Wouldn't smile
more gorgeous nor more would shine,
gentleman in your walk, walk
shines the sidewalk when you walking
 

• 1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Peruvian_dove
• 2. a type of shoe made of fabric

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