Waldemar
Olha o homem
Look at the man I killed:
I didn’t get into his wallet.
Look at the man I killed.
It was a fine disorder
and a fine assassination.
Tomorrow I go forth
for this world of God.
Look at the man I killed:
I didn’t get into his wallet.
Look at the man I killed.
It was a fine disorder
and a fine assassination.
Tomorrow I go forth
for this world of God.
Riachão tava cantando
Riachão was singing
in the city of Açu,
when there appeared a negro
of the buzzardly kind,
with a leather shirt
and raw leather pants,
one eye bright pink,
and the other so yellow,
lips fat and twisted
like the soles of shoes.
He called to Riachão
to hunt down a thug.
Riachão replied,
“I’m not hunting anyone
with a black man I don’t know.
He could be a captive
who has run away, fugitive.”
Riachão was singing
in the city of Açu,
when there appeared a negro
of the buzzardly kind,
with a leather shirt
and raw leather pants,
one eye bright pink,
and the other so yellow,
lips fat and twisted
like the soles of shoes.
He called to Riachão
to hunt down a thug.
Riachão replied,
“I’m not hunting anyone
with a black man I don’t know.
He could be a captive
who has run away, fugitive.”
Ela tem dente de ouro
She has golden teeth
I wanted to kick out.
I’m going to curse
those teeth so that they break.
I do not remember her,
nor do I care to remember
those bitter hours
when we spoke
on the edge of the beach,
with a pretty moon,
she always swearing to me
she loved no other.
I came from the Island of Maré
to play in Santa Rita.
Two thing in the world
that set my heart to beat:
a tuned berimbau
and pretty game,
my friends.
She has golden teeth
I wanted to kick out.
I’m going to curse
those teeth so that they break.
I do not remember her,
nor do I care to remember
those bitter hours
when we spoke
on the edge of the beach,
with a pretty moon,
she always swearing to me
she loved no other.
I came from the Island of Maré
to play in Santa Rita.
Two thing in the world
that set my heart to beat:
a tuned berimbau
and pretty game,
my friends.