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Paula and Bebeto

Life life what a kidding love, real
They loved in any way, real
Any way of love it worth it the price
Any way of love it worth it the feeling
 
Pity what a pity beautiful thing, say
What's the word that never was spoken, say
Any way of love it worth it that one
Any way of love it worth it the feeling
Any way of love it worth it the price
Any way of love will be worth it
 
They left for other matters, many
But in my singing they always will be together, very
In any way that I sing this song
Will be worth it for me to sing it in any way
 
They love each other in any way, real
They love each other and for the whole life, real
Any way of love it worth it the singing
In any way it worth it for me to sing
Any way of love it worth it that one
Any way of love will be worth it
 
Pity what a pity beautiful thing, say
What's the word that never was spoken, say
Any way of love it worth it the singing
In any way it worth it for me to sing
Any way of love it worth it that one
Any way of love will be worth it
 

The Feminine Voice of the Singer

It was my mother said to me
My voice comes from woman
My voice came from therein, from who gave me birth
Who could explain the singer
Who could understand this voice
Without the voices he carries with him?
 
Without the voices he's heard
When still an apprentice
How can his voice be an Elis*
Without the angel who listened
To Maria Sapoti*
When would his song flourish then?
 
Feminine is the gift
That compels him to chant
The song his soul arrests in the air
Feminine is the passion
His musical love
Feminine is the sound of his heart
 
His minstrel's voice
His people has wed
And the country' streets are his altar
Feminine is the passion
In his musical love
Feminine is the sound of his heart
 
His minstrel's voice
His people has wed
And the country' streets are his altar
The city is joyous
With the voice of its singer
The city wants to sing along
He'll always remember
The firewood on a stove
The melodies sweeping in from the backyard
The voices he's kept close
The voices he's loved
The voices who taught him thus: it's truly good to sing
 

Nights in the Backlands

Don't get too frightened, my man, with the night in my backlands
It's more dangerous than poetry, than the judgment of reason
Torment creates histories, it's as lively as the Sun
It's horsemen by the river, it's the body of the breathless girl nearby
Anxious for the warm and stolen caress of your hand
 
Don't be deceived, as there's no silence in the night
Life speaks more than the city, it has more legends to offer
Don't take too long, she's a virgin, but she knows another woman
Your desire and the dawn only wait for your caress
When it's over
Come close to the window, peek outside and inside
The landscape got wet
 
Your desire and the dawn only wait for your caress
When it's over
Come close to the window, peek outside and inside
The landscape got wet
 
Don't get too frightened, my man, with the night in my backlands
In my backlands
 
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Itamarandiba

In the middle of my path there'll always be a stone
I'll plant my home in a city of stone
 
Itamarandiba, race stone, lifeless stone turning without life
How it's lifeless and almost without the glow of the folks who live in the valley
 
On the way to that city you'll pass by Turmalina
You'll dream of Pedra Azul, you'll live in Diamantina
 
Itamarandiba, race stone, lifeless stone turning without life
How it's lifeless and almost without the glow of the folks who live in the valley
 
On the way to that city the women are mulatto
The men are happy, as though they were kids
 

October

So many people in my way
But I'm always alone
In this Earth, like this
I don't know how to live
I left everything, left nothing
The time is the only thing I can't get ride of
And it runs to fucking have my day
But if I take from crying a new song
Another life will born
I'll find another love
I'll die just when
I throw my arm in the world
Turn my October a man
Kill with kindness this pain
I'll
Make this floor something like my life
My chest was desert
The world was already like this
So many people in my way
And I don't know how to live alone
I was once and embarrassed
I tell you
A girl talking me happy
Suddenly resurfaces
My history is told
I'm saying goodbye.
 

Elsewhere

You know my songs are all written for you
And I live because I believe in that crazy love of ours
Can't you see it's wrong, it's wrong wanting me when it's good for you
And if it isn't my mistake, I guess you love me too
 
The sun rose with rain and I just miss you
The sky is already starry and it's tired of taking care of my sweetheart
Come in a hurry because this train is up to, is up to leave
And I'm soaked, I'm soaked in the waiting for you
 
My love, I like a lot, I love, I love your eyes too much
I've walked around this world, so crazy, so loose, with a love thirst
Just like a humming bird which kiss the flowers
I wanted to kiss a lot of flowers
Therefore, don't be late because that history passes by me and might take me
 
And I don't want to go, I cannot go to anywhere
While you don't come back
I don't want this inside
Fades away and finds elsewhere
Maybe my life will change and that road may cross
Love, my great love, I have a feeling
That tha bedtime is coming now
 

So I Can Stop Feeling Hurt

More than the pain of love
Live pain made me feel hurt
What I really want is to be happy
And love, dear
 
Those who don't sow won't reap
Woe to those who are one but never will be two
As they don't know
 
Who will be worthy of me?
It's people, it's the walk
Who will be worthy of me?
It's my dreams on the dust of the road
Who will be worthy of me?
It's the smile that I keep with me
Who will be worthy of me?
It's the secret of how to make friends
 
Who will be worthy of me?
It's people, it's the walk
Who will be worthy of me?
It's my dreams on the dust of the road
Who will be worthy of me?
It's the smile that I keep with me
Who will be worthy of me?
It's the secret of how to make friends
 
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The First Star

Our brother, Lord of the mornings
Brings a star, a goddess, a Moon, a novelty
An old silver heart, as usual
On the hand, an illuminated flower
Lit, clear, clear, clear, clear peace
Our brother, with his past
And his verses that cheer the crowd
Teach us how to love our neighbors
 
Forgive and make grow
The common good, your work, your support
The emotion of seeing your child weave
With the hand, the color of freedom,
Your home, home, such a clear, clear peace
Celebrating nature
Embracing the world in tenderness and pain
Think bigger and become king
 
Where does it come from, why did it came like this?
Will we see the first morning star?
A life that won't fade away
But there's so much grief in the heart
So much grief, so much song that I don't know
What shall we do if we're only men?
The word of this love is so far now
Teach us how to love, my brother
 
Our brother, Lord of the morning
With his star, goddess, moon, novelty
Humble silver heart, as usual
Our heart carries so much grief
So much grief, so much song to discharge
Be born again in the old story
Embracing the world in tenderness and pain
Teach us how to write the sun song
 
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