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B i o g r a p h y
(by Official Press)
Cibelle
(pronounced: see-BELL-ee) is a musical force of nature. On this, her debut
album, Cibelle for Ziriguiboom/Six Degrees, not only did she sing everything,
the Brazilian also wrote or co-wrote virtually the entire disc, in addition to
co-producing the record with her startlingly talented young countryman, Apollo
9. It's everything you'd expect from someone whose first appearance on recording
was with the late, gifted Suba. Cibelle goes anywhere the Brazilian chanteuse's
imagination takes her, exploring sensual bossa nova, downtempo electronica,
samba, jazz, and beyond. The mixing, by Chris Harrison and Pete Norris, the men
behind Morcheeba's sound, brings out her stunning vision. While Cibelle is
undoubtedly a Brazilian album, it is just as much a jazz album. And an
electronic album. And a spiritual album. And a humorous album in places too.
Above all though, it's a natural album. The key sound-sculptor on the project is
Sao Paulo switch-doctor Apollo 9, but Cibelle also peppered the project with a
host of venerable musicians and guest vocalists, from percussionist Joao
Parahyba of Trio Mocoto, Cuban pianist Pepe Cisneros, and guitarist and composer
Ari Moraes to Ross Godfrey of Morcheeba, trombone player Bocato, and
percussionist Eder Rocha of Mestre Ambrosio. She's also joined by bossa nova
veteran vocalist Johnny Alf, rapper Xis, guitarist and bassist Richard Harrison,
French electronic producer David Walters of Zimpala and bass players Serginho
Carvalho and Robinho. Cibelle is a natural culmination for someone who admits
she was always the "full-on arty kind." At six Cibelle insisted that her mother
send her to music school, where she began attending guitar class. She took piano
lessons until she was twelve, and a couple of years later "got into steady
acting and singing at lunch break - everything was an excuse to sing. I joined
Ford Models, but I didn't think much of it." That led to television commercials,
but Cibelle, the trained actress, performed "mostly doing physical comedy, a
character. I did some goofy stuff on MTV Brazil, the promo stuff - I even had a
pie in the face once! And I loved it."
Singing remained a vital part of her life, but it was simply something she did
for fun until a respected musician heard her one day and told her she was a
singer. "That was the first time I took it seriously." Cibelle had found her
passion. She'd go from club to club, jam session to jam session, singing a few
songs in each. But her life wouldn't really change until she met Suba, the
Yugoslavian producer and keyboard player with a vision of a new Brazilian sound.
"I went to a jam session one night and I was smoking my Indian cigarettes, when
this tall guy, dressed in black, not looking Brazilian at all, lit my smoke with
his Zippo. That was Suba. Later I heard this crazy samba with really cool synth,
that was weird and exactly what I was looking for, and it was him. A friend
pulled me onstage to sing. At the end Suba said he'd been looking for a singer
and would I come to his home studio the next day?" Cibelle sang on three tracks
on Suba's groundbreaking album, Sao Paulo Confessions. That CD is one of most
seminal and revered albums to come from the Brazilian electronic scene. Its
erudite blend of traditional sounds and technological prowess was ahead of its
time. Cibelle was the main vocalist on the album, enhancing tracks like the
wonderful "Sereia," "Tantos Desejos" and "Felicidade," the latter of which
placed the lyrics to Tom Jobim's classic bossa nova tune to a truly unique
soundscape. After Suba's untimely death in 1999, Cibelle appeared on Suba
Tributo, before spreading her wings and guesting with Juryman on Escape to
Where, then offering her sultry voice to up-and-coming
singer/songwriter/guitarist Celso Fonseca for his Natural album, (also on
Ziriguiboom/Six Degrees Records). The stage was set for Cibelle to make her own
record working with Brazilian electronica hero Apollo 9 and she was more than
ready. She'd started writing long before she met Suba, "and some of those lyrics
are on the album. Some I wrote the week they were recorded - and the same with
the melodies. The whole process was really organic."
She also made sure the sessions were fun and different, "even the way we made
samples. I'd close my eyes, put the needle on the record and say, 'Go Apollo,
record!'" The jazzy, moody "Waiting" came about after she went to the
supermarket "and recorded the cash register and the refrigerator. Next day I
went to the studio, and Apollo asked, 'What have you got?' I said, 'Well, I've
got this cash register and this fridge and I want to make a track from them.' So
he created the bass line, and we started jamming on top. We started adding stuff
to it. We both love mellotrons, and Apollo collects old keyboards. My vocal on
the record is the original demo." She never set limits on herself. "When you're
building a track, it's like picking ice creams, trying everything. That's how
Suba worked, and that's how I learned to work. It's chaotic, but nice.
Everything I listen to and like, I embrace it, and let it come out in my music.
I want it to be there. The music happens by itself. I have some initial ideas."
In fact, she has more than that; Cibelle was involved with writing nearly every
track on Cibelle. The sole exception was Antonio Carlos Jobim's languid bossa
nova, "Inutil Paisagem," subtly rearranged as a duet with bossa veteran Johnny
Alf over mellotron, with Cibelle herself providing "naive scratching." The song
was a natural choice for her, because "I love it. That was all I needed. I was
translating the lyric for a friend, realized how much I loved it, and decided to
record it." Her album is playful, sensual, familiar but unusual; the perfect
distillation of her personality. It's organic and chameleonic, as only a Cibelle
album can be, moving mellifluously through a variety of music styles. After all,
this is a young woman who takes inspiration from Nina Simone, Tom Jobim, Bjork,
4hero, Ella Fitzgerald and Matmos. Although she's recently begun deejaying ("A
little bit. It's more disc selecting. I can't really scratch."), she's eager to
hit the road with a band. "I can't wait to start gigging. I need musicians
around me, I need to be doing music and singing or at least shaking a shaker. I
need live music." |
Cibelle
***
Thanx a lot to
Jose
& Chogu
from the forum for these lyrics ***
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Deixa
Deixa o bater das asas e a correnteza
Deixa
Deixa
Deixa beijar o ar na beira da praia
Deixa
Deixa
Um rabo de arraiar o mar
Vai sem demora
A nuvem desmaia
Deixa
Deixa
Deixa
O tempo passar
Deixa
Deixa
Deixa
O tempo parar
Deixa ser cor de azul de ser você
Deixa o tempo parar
Deixa ser cor de azul de ser você
Deixa o tempo passar
Deixar o bater das asas e a correnteza
Deixa
Deixa
Deixa beijar o ar na beira da praia
Deixa
Deixa
Um rabo de arraiar o mar
Vai sem demora
A nuvem desmaia
Deixa
Deixa
Deixa
O tempo passar
Deixa ser cor de azul de ser você
Deixa o tempo parar
Deixa ser cor de azul de ser você
Deixa o tempo passar
Deixa ser cor de azul de ser você
Deixa o tempo parar
Deixa ser cor de azul de ser você
Deixa o tempo passar
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Let
Let the flap of wings and the draft
Let
Let
Let it kiss the air in the end of the beach
Let
Let
A tail of skating the sea
Go as fast as you can
The cloud passes out
Let
Let
Let
The time goes by
Let
Let
Let
The time goes by
Let it be the color of blue to be you
Let the time stops
Let it be the color of blue to be you
Let the time goes by
Let the flap of wings and the
draft
Let
Let
Let it kiss the air in the end of the beach
Let
Let
A tail of skating the sea
Go as fast as you can
The cloud passes out
Let
Let
Let
The time goes by
Let it be the color of blue to be you
Let the time stops
Let it be the color of blue to be you
Let the time goes by
Let it be the color of blue to be you
Let the time stops
Let it be the color of blue to be you
Let the time goes by
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Só Sei
Viver No Samba
Só sei viver mesmo se for no samba
Só sei viver mesmo se for assim
???, só sei viver mesmo se for um samba
Só sei viver mesmo se for um samba
Só sei viver mesmo se for assim
Don don dim
Seja samba de roda, batucada
Samba de noite enluarada
Samba que nunca vai ter fim
Seja de Noel Rosa ou de Cartola
Ouvir Paulinho da Viola
Felicidade sem mais fim
Porque samba é pura emoção
Que vem do coração
Que vem do coração
Que chora de prazer
Porque o samba é pura emoção
Que vem do coração
Que vem do coração
Que chora de prazer
Só sei viver mesmo se for no samba
Só sei viver mesmo se for assim
???, só sei viver mesmo se for um samba
Só sei viver mesmo se for um samba
Só sei viver mesmo se for assim
Don don dim
Seja samba de roda, batucada
Samba de noite enluarada
Samba que nunca vai ter fim
Seja de Noel Rosa ou de Cartola
Ouvir Paulinho da Viola
Felicidade sem mais fim
Porque o samba é pura emoção
Que vem do coração
Que vem do coração
Que chora de prazer
Porque o samba é pura emoção
Que vem do coração
Que vem do coração
Que chora assim
Hate
I hate you so bad when I love you
'Cause I know you love me too but we gotta leave
I love you so much when you're near
Yet I hate you so bad when you make love at me
I hate you so bad when you're "nule"
'Cause I know you wanna say things but you never do
I love you so much when you're inside me
Yet I hate you so bad when your eyes I can't see
I love you so much
When I hate you so bad
'Cause I love you so much when I think I am sad
I love you so much
When I hate you so bad
'Cause I love you so much when I think I am sad
I hate you so bad when I love you
'Cause I know you love me too but we gotta leave
I love you so much when you're near
Yet I hate you so bad when you make love at me
I hate you so bad when you're "nule"
'Cause I know you wanna say things but you never do
I love you so much when you're inside me
Yet I hate you so bad when your eyes I can't see
Aah...
I love you so much
When I hate you bad
'Cause I love you so much when I think I am sad
I love you so much
When I hate you bad
'Cause I love you so much when I think I am sad
Uuuuuuuh...
I hate you so bad when I love you
'Cause I know you love me too but we gotta leave
I love you so much when you're near
Yet I hate you so bad when you make love at me
Aaah...
I hate you so bad when you're "nule"
'Cause I know you wanna say things but you never do
I love you so much when you're inside me
Yet I hate you so bad when your eyes I can't see
Don't know why I love you so much
'Cause I hate you so bad
When I think I love you in fact
Then I don't think that I really do
I don't know if I really do or do I
Oh my god I think I think
I love you
I do
I hate you
Or I love you...
Aaah...
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Luisas
Take me where you can find Luisas
Ligias, e a correnteza ver dini
Me leve com você
Through the mountains, pelo ar
Lá do horto eu vou te ver
Te encontrar
Meet me up among the flowers
You can take me by the hand
Pelas inúteis paisagens
Pelas montanhas, pelo seu mar
Rio de Janeiro
Me leve, então, bem leve
Me leve com você
Meet me up among the flowers
You can take me by the hand
Pelas inúteis paisagens
Pelas montanhas, pelo seu mar
Rio de Janeiro
Me leve, então, bem leve
Me leve com você
Ah, tim tim
Ah, tim tim
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Take me where you can find Luisas
Ligias, e a correnteza ver dini
Me leve com você
Through the mountains, pelo ar
Lá do horto eu vou te ver
Te encontrar
Meet me up among the flowers
You can take me by the hand
Pelas inúteis paisagens
Pelas montanhas, pelo seu mar
Rio de Janeiro
Me leve, então, bem leve
Me leve com você
*** Thanx a lot to Mario
who helped with this one ***
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Luisas
Take me where you can find Luisas
Ligias and the water flow sees 'dini'
Take me with you
Through the mountains, through the air
Out there from the garden I'll see you
Find you
Meet me up among the flowers
You can take me by the hand
Through the useless landscapes
Through the mountains, through your sea
Rio de Janeiro
Take me, then, very softly
Take me with you
Meet me up among the flowers
You can take me by the hand
Through the useless landscapes
Through the mountains, through your sea
Rio de Janeiro
Take me, then, very softly
Take me with you
Ah, tim tim **
Ah, tim tim
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Oh, dandá
Take me where you can find Luisas
Ligias and the water flow sees 'dini'
Take me with you
Through the mountains, through the air
Out there from the garden I'll see you
Find you
Meet me up among the flowers
You can take me by the hand
Through the useless landscapes
Through the mountains, through your sea
Rio de Janeiro
Take me, then, very softly
Take me with you
* Luisas = Plural of Luisa, a
brazilian name)
** (there's no translation for the words above, it's like "oh, lah lah")
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Waiting
Sitting, staring
At my cigarette ash
Hmm...
Waiting hours
Smoke climbs to the stars
Thinking 'bout life
Thinking 'bout life
When am I gonna see
How is it
Going to be after I fly away, fly away...
Hmm...
Sitting, staring
At a cup of tea
Wandering, sweet time
My life is like the sea
Sitting, staring
At my cigarette ash
Waiting hours
Smoke climbs to stars
Thinking 'bout life
When am I gonna see
How is it
Going to be after I fly away
Hmm...
Sitting, staring
At a cup of tea
Wandering, sweet times
Life is like the sea
Life is like the sea
Life is like the sea
Tic toc tic toc
Tic toc, tic toc
What's goin' on
Tic toc tic toc
Should I hope for more
Tic toc, tic toc
Sitting, staring
At my cigarette ash
Hmm...
Waiting hours
Smoke climbs to the stars
Hmm...
Thinking 'bout life
When am I gonna see (Parapa...)
Or is it going to be
After I fly away
Parapa...
Tic tac tic tac
Flirting with time
Flirting with time
Waiting hours
Smoke climbs to the stars
Parapa...
*** Thanx a lot to Mario
who helped with this one ***
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No Prego
Se pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não
Se pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
Quem não tem cão, olha, caça com gato
Quem não tem gato, olha que vacilou
Cata o negão
Olhou, vem no compasso
Balançou de lado e viu se combinou
Cata o negão, olhou, vem no compasso
Pisou no sapato e quase escorregou
Quem não tem cão, olha, caça com gato
Quem não caça com gato
Só vai rir depois
Se pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não
Se pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não
Negão, negão, negão...
Se eu te pego dou um pega do meu jeito
Me enrosco no seu gosto por inteiro
Vou fingir que não, mas sei que eu tô querendo
Seu corpo quente, o gelo derretendo
Menina de balada quer dançar
Me enche de sorriso, mas nada de pegar
Ah, se eu te pego, vou pegar você de jeito
Língua, boca, peito
Ah, deixa eu pegar
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
Se pegar você não pega
E no prego você não dá
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não
No pegar você não pega
E no prego você não...
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In The Nail
If you catch it, you don't catch
And in the nail you don't give it
In the catch you don't catch
In the nail you don’t
If you catch it, you don't catch
In the nail you don't give it
In the catch you don't catch
In the nail you don't
In the catch you don't catch
In the nail you don't give it
If you don't have a dog, look, hunt with a cat
If you don't have a cat, you're screwed
Grab the man
Take a look, come along the pace
Swing beside him and see if it matches
Grab the man, take a look, follow his pace
Step on his shoes and almost slip away
If you don't have a dog, look, hunt with a cat
If you don't have a cat
You'll just laugh at last
If you catch it, you don't catch
In the nail you don't give it
In the catch you don't catch
In the nail you don't
If you catch it, you don't catch
In the nail you don't give it
In the catch you don't catch
In the nail you don't
Man, man, man…
If I catch you, I'll do it in my way
I twist the way you like in everything
I'll pretend I don't, but I know I want
Your hot body, the ice melting
The girl who boogies at night wants to dance
She fills me with smiles, but no catch
Ah, if I catch you, I'll do it in my way
Tongue, mouth, breast
Ah, let me catch it
In the catch you don't catch
And in the nail you don't give it
In the catch you don't catch
In the nail you don't give it
In the catch you don't catch
And in the nail you don't give it
If you catch it, you don't catch
In the nail, you don't give it
In the catch you don't catch
In the nail you don't
In the catch you don't catch
And in the nail you don't |
I'll Be
I'll be your dream
I'll be your best scene
I'll be your night, your sun
I'll be your sign
I'll be your world
Your water, your earth, your lover
Your birth
I'll let you live inside of me
Let me give you a daughter
Feel life through my skin
See the world through my eyes
I'll be your dream
I'll be your best scene
I'll be your night, your sun
I'll be your sign
I'll be your world
Your water, your earth, your lover
Your birth
I'll let you live inside of me
Let me give you a daughter
Feel life through my skin
See the world through my eyes
I'll be your dream
I'll be your best scene
I'll be your night, your sun
I'll be your sign
I'll be your sign
Be your sign
I'll let you live inside of me
Let me give you a daughter
Feel life through my skin
See the world through my eyes
Eyes
Train
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
I'm spending days, over and over and over and over again
I go through the days, over and over and over and over and over and over again
Sitting in a train
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
Trees pass me by and take away a piece of me
Take me away within, deep down inside of me
Deep down, deep down, inside of me
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
I'm sitting in a train going down there, going where, going to no-land
It rides through a thousand dreams
Je vois, je vois, je vois le monde
Je regarde tout
Dans la vitesse moi, je suis partout
Je vois
Je regarde le monde
Je regarde tout
Dans la vitesse moi, je suis partout
Deep down
Inside
Of me
Je suis partout
Deep down
Inside
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Inútil Paisagem
( Tom Jobim / Aloysio de Oliveira )
Mas pra quê
Pra que tanto céu
Pra que tanto mar
Pra quê
De que serve esta onda que quebra
E o vento da tarde
De que serve a tarde
Inútil paisagem
Pode ser
Que não venhas mais
Que não volte nunca mais
De que servem as flores que nascem
Pelo caminho
Se o meu caminho
Sozinho é nada
Mas pra quê
Pra que tanto céu
Pra que tanto mar
Pra quê
De que serve esta onda que quebra
E o vento da tarde
De que serve a tarde
Inútil paisagem
It may be
You will never come
If you will never come to me
What's the use
Of my wonderful dreams
And why would they need me
Where would they lead me
Without you
To nowhere
To nowhere
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Useless
Landscape
( Tom Jobim / Aloysio de Oliveira )
But why
Why so much sky
Why so much sea
Why
What is this wave that breaks for
And the afternoon wind
What is the afternoon for
Useless landscape
It may be
That you will never come
That you will never come back
What are the flowers that blossom for
Through the way
If my way
Alone is nothing
But why
Why so much sky
Why so much sea
Why
What is this wave that breaks for
And the afternoon wind
What is the afternoon for
Useless landscape
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Um Só
Segundo
Um só segundo deixo me levar
Um só segundo eu deixo no ar
Um só segundo é o lento espreguiçar
Um só segundo me levar
Me levar
Um só segundo eu deixo carregar
Um só segundo eu deixo no mar
Um só segundo eu deixo respirar
Um só segundo me levar
Me levar
Um só segundo eu deixo me levar
Um só segundo eu deixo no ar
Um só segundo é o lento espreguiçar
Um só segundo me levar
Me levar
Flores debaixo dos pés
Flores debaixo dos pés
Me levar
Me levar
Flores debaixo dos pés
(e o tempo é água)
Flores debaixo dos pés
Me levar
(e lava alma)
Me levar
Flores debaixo dos pés
Flores debaixo dos pés
Me levar
Me levar
Flores debaixo dos pés
(e o tempo é água)
Flores debaixo dos pés
Me levar
(e lava alma, e leva água)
Me levar
Flores debaixo dos pés
Flores debaixo dos pés
Me levar
Me levar
Flores debaixo dos pés
(e o tempo é água)
Flores debaixo dos pés
Me levar
(e lava alma, e leva água)
Me levar
Ah...
E o tempo é água
E leva água
E lava alma
E o tempo é água
E lava alma
E leva água
E lava a lama
E o tempo é água
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Just One
Second
Just one second I let myself take
Just one second I let it in the air
Just one second it's the slowly stretching out
Just one second to let myself take
Myself take
Just one second I let it carry
Just one second I let it in the sea
Just one second I let it breathe
Just one second to let myself take
Myself take
Just one second I let myself take
Just one second I let it in the air
Just one second is the slowly stretch out
Just one second to let myself take
Myself take
Flowers beneath the feet
Flowers beneath the feet
Myself take
Myself take
Flowers beneath the feet
(and time is water)
Flowers beneath the feet
Myself take
(and it washes the soul)
Myself take
Flowers beneath the feet
Flowers beneath the feet
Myself take
Myself take
Flowers beneath the feet
(and time is water)
Flowers beneath the feet
Myself take
(and it washes the soul, and it takes the water)
Myself take
Flowers beneath the feet
Flowers beneath the feet
Myself take
Myself take
Flowers beneath the feet
(and time is water)
Flowers beneath the feet
Myself take
(and it washes the soul, and it takes the water)
Myself take
Ah...
And time is water
And it takes the water
And it washes the soul
And time is water
And it washes the soul
And it takes the water
And it washes the soul
And time is water |
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Pequenos
Olhos
Pequenos olhos
Pequenas amêndoas
Pequenos olhos
Me aguardam, me agarram na última hora
Agora adeus
Os meus braços e olhos rasos d'água
Meu adeus
Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus
Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus
Pequenos olhos
Pequenas amêndoas
Pequenos olhos
Me aguardam, me agarram na última hora
Agora adeus
Os meus braços e olhos rasos d'água
Meu adeus
Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus
Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus
Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus
Vamos ser da mesma boca
A mesma oca cheia de sal
Cheio de sol
O sal do mar e a luz
Vamos de sol pra dourar
O que há de bom
O que há de bom tom
Como se beijar a sós sem que os olhos vejam
E escancarar a cor ali
Vamos ser de um só
Um, meu bem e bem aqui
Na boca do estômago que arrepia
Que esfria
Vamos ser da boca do sol
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Little
Eyes
Little eyes
Little almonds
Little eyes
They wait for me, they grab me at the last time
Now goodbye
My arms and shallow eyes of water
My goodbye
Saudade*, my
Saudade I surrender goodbye
Saudade, my
Saudade I surrender goodbye
Little eyes
Little almonds
Little eyes
They wait for me, they grab me at the last time
Now goodbye
My arms and shallow eyes of water
My goodbye
Saudade, my
Saudade I surrender goodbye
Saudade, my
Saudade I surrender goodbye
Saudade, my
Saudade I surrender goodbye
Let's be from the same mouth
The same oca full of salt
Full of sun
The sea salt and the light
Let's by sun to gild
What is the good
What is the good tune
As if to kiss by themselves but the eyes cannot see it
And to yaw the color there
Let's be only one
One, my sweet and right here
In the bottom of stomach that shivers
That freezes
Let's be from the sun mouth
*There's no translation for this word,
'cause it only exists in Portuguese. It's generally translated as "missing
someone/something", it means so much more though. |
Sugar Pie
Where are you sugar
I need you and ???
I don't matter nevermind
You won't make me better
Maybe only after nine months
After I drink your tea
I saw you there
Looking at me
Sugar, sugar, oh my sugar pie
I'm gonna use you all over my body tonight
Oh honey I think I saw the bird
Oh my god!
The Shine Of Dried Electric Leaves
Green Grass
( Tom Waits Cover )
Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
Come closer don't be shy
Stand beneath a rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by
Clear the thistles and brambles
Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble'
Now there's a bubble of me
And it's floating in thee
Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say
It smells like rain today
God took the stars and he tossed them
Can't tell the birds from the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me
Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds
Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
Remember when you loved me
Remember when you loved me
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Instante De Dois
Não quero que você me coma
Não quero que você me engula
Não quero que você me acorde
Não quero que você me durma
Não quero que você me assista
Não quero que você me assuma
Não quero que você me corte
Não quero que você me inclua
Eu só quero um segundo teu
E um segundo meu
Um instante de dois
Sem mais, nem pra depois eu te dizer
Que eu te amo não
Te amo demais para ser prisão
De dois
Amor
Eu só quero um segundo teu
E um segundo meu
Um instante de dois
Sem mais, nem pra depois eu te dizer
Que eu te amo não
Te amo demais para ser prisão
De dois
Amor
|
Instant Of Two
I don't want you to eat me
I don't want you to swallow me
I don't want you to wake me up
I don't want you to make me asleep
I don't want you to watch me
I don't want you to take place
I don't want you to cut me out
I don't want you to include me
I just want a second of yours
And a second of mine
An instant of two
No more, even to tell you later
That I love you, no
I love you so much to be prison
Of two
Love
I just want a second of yours
And a second of mine
An instant of two
No more, even to tell you later
That I love you, no
I love you so much to be prison
Of two
Love |
Phoenix
Help me, I'm falling down
Help me, I'm falling down the stair
Of my thoughts, my heart
Help, I'm slipping down
Help me
I'm slipping down, I feel my skin dry
Miles away they could be rebirth
They could become a cloud
They could be anyhow
Just a small portion of the ocean, so…
Give me something soft to cushion me
Give me some feathers so that I can stop it and glide
And glide up
Like a little birds and glide up
Like an eagle
With gigantic wings
Master the winds of change
Master the winds
Reborn again
Like a phoenix
So help me
Help me, I'm gonna fly
Help me
Help me, I'm gonna fly so high
Like a phoenix
Born again like a phoenix
Born again like a phoenix
Born again
London, London
( Caetano Veloso / Featuring Devendra Banhart )
I’m wandering round and round nowhere to go
I’m lonely in London London is lovely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everybody keeps the way clear
I know, I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear
I am lonely in London without fear
I’m wandering round and round here nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday, Autumm pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group approaches a policeman
He seems so pleased to pleace them
It’s glad to live at least and I agree
He seems so pleased at least
And it’s so good to live in peace and
Sunday, Monday, years and I agree
I agree
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
I choose no face to look at
Choose no way
I just happen to be here
And it’s ok
Green grass, blue eyes, gray sky, God bless
Silent pain and happiness
I came around to say yes, and I say
Green grass, blue eyes, gray sky, God bless
Silent pain and happiness
I came around to say yes, and I say
But my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
But my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky...
City People
City people down the street
Dressed in black
Dressed in black
And foreheads weep under the burning sun
Smiles rising as they come out
Foreheads weep under the pointing time
Smiles rising as they come out
The buildings for the wind as I play dream
And I play dream
City people
Dressed in black
Walking down with lonely faces
Show me how
My life embraces me under the sun, under the sun
And guide me to other places
That all the places, that all the places feel
Like memory
I'm walking randomly kicking verses that start where I see
I write and talk, checking the sky and the height of
People in a black suit
People walking down the street
They seem to notice me riding high on my dreams
City people down the streets dressed in black
And the foreheads weep under the burning sun that embraces me
Smiles rising as they come out the buildings for the wind
As I play dream
As I play dream
As I play dream
As I play dream
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Minha Neguinha
Ô minha linda, minha neguinha
O meu café ficou tão sozinho
Os meninos que passam
E olhos sem ter pra quem mostrar
Ô minha linda, minha neguinha
Histórias que eu conto no vento
Eu me sento aqui pra ladainha
Eu me sento aqui avoadinha
Eu guardo no bolso
Eu guardo no bolso as histórias da Dona Sinhá
Mas me falta tu mesmo
E teu jeito de me contar
E eu guardo no bolso
Eu guardo no bolso da Dona Sinhá
Histórias que tu me traz
E as flores começam a girar
O sol se põe na pracinha
E eu me sentei cantando sozinha
O sol se põe lá na pracinha
E eu me sentei sonhando neste mar
O sol se põe lá na pracinha
E eu me sentei cantando sozinha
Eu guardo no bolso
Eu guardo no bolso as histórias da Dona Sinhá
Mas me falta tu mesmo
E teu jeito de me contar
Eu guardo no bolso
Eu guardo no bolso da Dona Sinhá
Histórias que tu me traz
E as flores começam a girar
***
Thanx a lot to
Jose for this
one ***
|
Oh My Little Black Girl
Oh my pretty, my little black girl
My coffee was so lonely
The boys walk by
And eyes for noone to show to
Oh my pretty, my little black girl
Stories that I tell in the wind
I'm sitting here for some litany
I'm sitting here out of my mind
I keep in my pocket
I keep in my pocket the Dona Sinhá's stories
But you're the one who's missing somehow
And your way of telling me
And I keep in the pocket
I keep in the Dona Sinhá's pocket
Stories that you bring to me
And the flowers begin to spin around
The sun set out there in the public small square
And I was sitting singing by myself
The sun set out there in the public small square
And I was sitting dreaming in this sea
The sun set out there in the public small square
And I was sitting singing by myself
I keep in my pocket
I keep in my pocket the Dona Sinhá's stories
But you're the one that's missing anyway
And your way of telling me
And I keep in the pocket
I keep in the Dona Sinhá's pocket
Stories that you bring to me
And the flowers begin to spin around
***
Thanx a lot to
Jose for this
one ***
|
Mad man song
He likes sipping his tea
Slowly from the tip of the tea pot
From the tip when the pot is hot
When he's not lonely...
I'm lonely not, has it ???
I'm dancing around his hands
He sheds some tears
When she's not there
He's quiet ???
He's quiet without she
Ce thé va t'il m'ôter ma toux
Le lourd chagrin d'un coeur fragile et fou
D'extases va t'il me rendre souple
Combler le vide, tenir le coup
Attendant une nouvelle aurore sentimentale
M'abreuve de ce liquide à la couleur pale
Mes vers vains se noient dans ma verveine
S'use mon latin à perdre haleine
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down her skin
The lady with the tip hot taking him within
He's going crazy with this ??? walking down the street
With this flower ???, his loneliness and his ??? forty ??
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
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Por toda a minha vida
(Tom Jobim e Vinícius de Moraes)
Ah, meu bem-amado
Quero fazer-te um juramento uma canção
Eu prometo, por toda a minha vida
Ser somente tua e amar-te como nunca
Ninguém jamais amou, ninguém
Ah, meu bem-amado
Estrela pura aparecida
Eu te amo e te proclamo
O meu amor, o meu amor
Maior que tudo quanto existe
Oh, meu amor
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For all of my life
(Tom Jobim e Vinícius de Moraes)
Ah, my well-loved
I want to make you an oath, a song
I promess, for all of my life
To be only yours and to love you like
Noone else ever loved you, noone
Ah, my well-loved
Pure appeared star
I love you and I declare you
My love, my love
More than everything that exists
Oh, my love |
Flying High
I need to tell someone
How I am feeling
Moving my silence down
I don't feel ?no middle end?
Not a bit, just standing still
It's just this feeling course
This life
This life
This life I am feeling
This life
This life
This life I am feeling
So many good times…
Seems like I'm falling
With this strangest feeling inside
This life
This life
This life I am feeling
This life
This life
This life I am feeling
There's so much beauty in the simple things
There's so much light we ???
I feel like I'm flying
I am flying in my dreams
I'm flying
Good times, good times
I'm flying
So many good times…
I'm flying
So many good times…
I feel like I'm flying…
I'm flying
Arrête là, menina
|
Arrête là, menina
Il faut pas forcément s'attacher
Seu amor, hmmm, é tanto
Se não for, você vai se prender
E se for só paixão
Quem se perde é você
Le temps passe vite pour toi
Pra morar num amor que não há
Amor
O amor
Cada, cada, pétala de flor
O amor
Abre no seu tempo, amor
Cada, cada, pétala de flor
Abre no seu tempo, amor
Arrête là, menino
Il faut pas forcément s'engager
Se é amor, oui attends
Se não for, você vai se perder
E se for só razão
Quem se prende é você
Le temps passe vite pour toi
Pra morar num amor que não há
Amor
O amor
Cada, cada, pétala de flor
Abre no seu tempo, amor
O amor
Cada, cada, pétala de flor
O amor
Abre no seu tempo, amor
O amor
O amor
O amor
O amor
Arrête là, menina
Il faut attendre le moment parfait
Um pouco de sol, de ar
Car l'amour prend du temps
Car l'amour prend du temps
Cada, cada, pétala de flor
Abre no seu tempo, amor
O amor
Cada, cada, pétala de flor
O amor
Abre no seu tempo, amor
O amor
Cada, cada, pétala de flor
Abre no seu tempo, amor
O amor
Cada, cada, pétala de flor
Abre no seu tempo, amor
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Stop
now, girl
It's not always necessary to be attached
Your love, hmmm, is so much
If it's not, you'll stuck yourself in
And if it's only passion
You're the one who gets lost
The time goes fast for you
To live in a love that doesn't exist
Love
O Love
Each, each petal of flower
O Love
Opens up in its time, love
Each, each petal of flower
Opens up in its time, love
Stop now, boy
It's not always necessary to marry
If it's love, yes wait
If it's not, you'll be lost
And if it's only a reason
You're the one who gets lost
The time goes fast for you
To live in a love that doesn't exist
LoveO Love
Each, each petal of flower
Opens up in its time, love
O Love
Each, each petal of flower
O Love
Opens up in its time, love
O Love
O Love
O Love
O Love
Stop now, girl
You need to wait for the perfect moment
A little bit of sun, of air
'Cause love need time
'Cause love need time
Each, each petal of flower
Opens up in its time, love
O Love
Each, each petal of flower
O Love
Opens up in its time, love
O Love
Each, each petal of flower
Opens up in its time, love
O Love
Each, each petal of flower
Opens up in its time, love |
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Esplendor
Caía uma chuva fina
Em forma de confissão
E eu, solidão
Sou como a folha de outono
Que sem dono
Navegando chega aqui
Pra lhe dizer que o abandono
Já vai chegando ao fim
E eu, solidão
Só falta agora o teu sorriso
Um aviso
Que a luz do sol está por vir
E se você me vir vagando
Sem razão
Não vá pensar que o desengano
Mora no meu coração
Há muito tempo já se foi
A estação que vem depois
Descortina todo o esplendor
Caía uma chuva fina
Em forma de confissão
E eu, solidão
Sou como a folha de outono
Que sem dono
Navegando chega aqui
Pra lhe dizer que o abandono
Já vai chegando ao fim
E eu, solidão
Só falta agora o teu sorriso
Um aviso
Que a luz do sol está por vir
E se você me vir vagando
Sem razão
Não vá pensar que o desengano
Mora no meu coração
Há muito tempo já se foi
A estação que vem depois
Descortina todo o esplendor
Caía uma chuva fina...
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Splendor
There was a pouring rain
Shaped like a confession
And me, loneliness
I'm like the Fall leaf
That without any owner
Cruising it comes here
To tell you that the desolation
Is yet to come to the end
And me, loneliness
Now your smile is the only thing that's missing
A warning
That the sunlight is about to come
And if you see me walking around
With no reason
Don't think that's the mistake
Lives inside my heart
It's gone for a long time
The station that comes afterwards
It uncurtains all the splendor
There was a pouring rain
Shaped like a confession
And me, loneliness
I'm like the Fall leaf
That when it belongs to noone
Cruising it comes here
To tell you that the desolation
Is yet to come to the end
And me, loneliness
Now your smile is the only thing that's missing
A warning
That the sunlight is to come
And if you see me walking around
With no reason
Don't think that's the mistake
Lives inside my heart
It's gone for a long time
It uncurtains all the splendor
There was a pouring rain... |
Train Station
For your circle days
A little bit of sunshine
Feel drops of water and footsteps
The soul pushes against the stairs alone
With pianos in your hair
That's when I wish for you in the train station
When there's only you with your sweating
On your forehead and
I wish you a sunny day, a clearer sky
And the warmth of soft hands
Against your cheeks
In the train station
Where I disappear
You can see me here in down there
With my ??????
I see you where you stand at night
Wish you good days
Good days
For your circle days
A little bit of sunshine
A little bit of sunshine
Just a little bit more sunshine (sunshine)
Just a little bit of sunshine
Just a little bit more
In the train station
I'll see you there behind ???
When you look at your own forehead and think
Is it what if I could not ??? a little bit only
I wish you a sunny day
Even if outside there's rain
I wish you a sunny day
Sunny, sunny day
I wish you a sunny day
Com muito, muito sol
(Very, very sunny)
Muito sol
Muito sol
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Lembra
There are times
When you wake up
And it all seems different
It was a dream
??? the sky on the ground
And all that coldness
When your heart belongs elsewhere
Under the sun, on the top of the sand
And all around you is so wet
Everything is so wet
Everything is so wet
Under the sun, on the top of the sand
And all you wanna hear is a bird call
All you want is a bird call
Só um bem-te-vi (just a bird)
Slowly
Walking through the fields
Empty heartbeat
Follow someone
Deixa pra lá
Rollercoasters in the thin rain
Now in my rainy mind
Stories slide insane
Slide insane
Slightly most, leaves under my feet
I feel my skin, it's so cold out here
Deixa pra trás
Lembra, lembra, lembra…
Que venham as flores e as águas de Yemanjá
Vem no vento, vem no vento
Pensa na beira do mar
Vem no vento, vem no vento
Pensa na beira do mar
Vem no vento, vem no vento
Pensa na beira do mar
Me deixa chegar
Me deixa chegar
Me deixa chegar
Que venham as flores e o cheiro de mar
Que venham as flores e o cheiro de mar
Vem no vento, vem no vento
Pensa na beira do mar
Lembra, lembra, lembra, lembra
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Remember
Let it go
Leave it behind
Remember, remember, remember...
Let there come the flowers and Yemanjá's waters
Come in the wind, come in the wind
Think at the border of the sea
Come in the wind, come in the wind
Think at the border of the sea
Come in the wind, come in the wind
Think at the border of the sea
Let me come
Let me come
Let me come
Let there come the flowers and the smell of sea
Let there come the flowers and the smell of sea
Come in the wind, come in the wind
Think at the border of the sea
Remember, remember, remember, remember
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Cajuína
( Caetano Veloso )
Existirmos, a que será que se destina
Pois quando tu me deste a rosa pequenina
Vi que és um homem lindo e que se acaso a sina
Do menino infeliz se nos ilumina
Tampouco turva-se a lágrima nordestina
Apenas a matéria vida era tão fina
E éramos olharmos na intacta retina
Da cajuína cristalina em Teresina
Existirmos, a que será que se destina
Pois quando tu me deste a rosa pequenina
Vi que és um homem lindo e que se acaso a sina
Do menino infeliz se nos ilumina
Tampouco turva-se a lágrima nordestina
Apenas a matéria vida era tão fina
E éramos olharmos na intacta retina
Da cajuína cristalina em Teresina
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Cajuína
( Caetano Veloso )
We exist, where is it going to
'Cause when you give me this small rose
I've seen it's a handsome man and, by chance, the fate
Of an unhappy boy enlighten us
Neither has it shed the northeast tear
Just the life matter was so delicate
And we had been, we see into the intact retina
From crystal cajuína in Teresina
We exist, where is it going to
'Cause when you give me this small rose
I've seen it's a handsome man and, by chance, the fate
Of an unhappy boy enlighten us
Neither has it shed the northeast tear
Just the life matter was so delicate
And we had been, we see into the intact retina
From crystal cajuína in Teresina
|
Non Albums Tracks
***
Thanx a lot to
Jose
& Chogu
from the forum for these lyrics ***
About a girl
( Nirvana / About A Girl EP )
I need an easy friend
I do with an ear to lend
I do think you fit this shoe
I do what you have a clue
I’ll take advantage while
You hang me out to dry but I
Can’t see you
Every night
Free
I do
I’m standing in your light
I do hope you have the time
I do pick up number two
I do keep my date with you
I’ll take advantage while
You hang me out to dry but I
Can’t see you
Every night
Free
I do
I need an easy friend
I do with an ear to lend
I do think you fit this shoe
I do what you have a clue
I’ll take advantage while
You hang me out to dry but I
Can’t see you
Every night
I do
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Álcool
( Freezone – Seven Is Seven Is LP )
Se eu pudesse chegar em pensamento
E não deixar evaporar
Isso que tão etéreo como o álcool
Me consome embriagado em olhos e palavras
Que enxergam esse mesmo etéreo
Estaria outra vez, dentro a costurar
Fatos que ainda não vi
Mas que hão de vir na magia de um dia-a-dia
E quando ouço a tua voz
Ouço mais, que ouço nós
Ouço mais, que ouço nós
Ouço mais, que ouço nós
Se eu pudesse chegar em pensamento
E não deixar evaporar
Isso que tão etéreo como o álcool
Me consome embriagado em olhos e palavras
Que enxergam esse mesmo etéreo
Estaria outra vez, dentro a costurar
Fatos que ainda não vi
Mas que hão de vir na magia de um dia-a-dia
E quando ouço a tua voz
Ouço mais, que ouço nós
Ouço mais, que ouço nós
Ouço mais, que ouço nós
E quando ouço a tua voz...
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Alcohol
( Freezone – Seven Is Seven Is LP )
If I could come in thoughts
And not to let it evaporate
Such an ethereal as the alcohol
That consumes me drunk in eyes and words
That see the same ethereal
I would be another time, about to sew
Facts that I haven't seen yet
But they will come in the magic of day by day
And when I listen to your voice
I listen to more, I listen to us
I listen to more, I listen to us
I listen to more, I listen to us
If I could come in thoughts
And not to let it evaporate
Such an ethereal as the alcohol
That consumes me drunk in eyes and words
That see the same ethereal
I would be another time, about to sew
Facts that I haven't seen yet
But they will come in the magic of day by day
And when I listen to your voice
I listen to more, I listen to us
I listen to more, I listen to us
I listen to more, I listen to us
And when I listen to your voice... |
Aquele Abraço
(Gilberto Gil / Cibelle feat. Berimbrown, Renato Braz and Gilberto Gil / Som
Brasil TV Show - 21/12/2007)
O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo
O Rio de Janeiro continua sendo
O Rio de Janeiro fevereiro e março
Alô, alô Realengo
Aquele abraço
Alô torcida do Flamengo
Aquele abraço
Alô, alô Realengo
Aquele abraço
Alô torcida do Flamengo
Aquele abraço
Chacrinha continua balançando a pança
E buzinando a moça e comandando a massa
E continua dando as ordens no terreiro
Alô, alô seu Chacrinha
Velho guerreiro
Alô, alô Terezinha
Rio de Janeiro
Alô, alô seu Chacrinha
Velho palhaço
Alô, alô Terezinha
Aquele abraço
Alô moça da favela
Aquele abraço
Todo mundo da Portela
Aquele abraço
Todo mês de fevereiro
Aquele abraço
Alô Banda de Ipanema
Aquele abraço
Meu caminho pelo mundo
Eu mesmo traço
E a Bahia já me deu, já me deu
Graças a Deus
Régua e compasso
Quem sabe de mim sou eu, é claro
Aquele abraço
Prá você que meu esqueceu
Aquele abraço
Alô Rio de Janeiro
Aquele abraço
Todo o povo brasileiro
Aquele abraço
Alô Rio de Janeiro
Aquele abraço
Todo o povo brasileiro
Aquele abraço
Alô minha gente
Do Brasil inteiro
Minha gente da Bahia
Em nome da Bahia eu saúdo
Toda essa terra brasileira querida
Essa terra de gente morena
De gente querida
De gente trabalhadora
De gente cheia de espírito
Alô, alô Brasil
Meu Brasil bem brasileiro
Vou dizer no pé
Aquele abraço...
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Belle's Poem
( Juryman / Escape To Where LP )
De todos os gestos
Nada é demais
Da sutileza
Da sutileza
De sutileza, nada além
Era de se dizer
Se não quer não de amor
Amor já diz não
Tem mais que se dizer, ó Deus
Pra nunca mais
Nunca
Pra nunca ao menos ser
Demais
Nunca ao menos ser demais
De todos os gestos
Nada é demais
Da sutileza
Da sutileza
De sutileza, nada além
Que o beijo seja adeus
Deixar pra nunca mais
Voltar aos teus
Me deixa em paz
Me deixa em paz
E eu me deixar, fico em paz
Adeus
Adeus é uma paz
De todos os gestos
Nada é demais
Da sutileza
Da sutileza
Da sutileza, nada além
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Belle's Poem
( Juryman / Escape To Where LP )
From all the gestures
Nothing is too much
From kindness
From kindness
From kindness, nothing further
It was supposed to say
If no is not needed of love
Love already says no
It's got to say it, oh God
For not anymore
Never
Never be, at least
Too much
Never be too much, at least
From all the gestures
Nothing is too much
From kindness
From kindness
From kindness, nothing further
That kiss be goodbye
To let it for anymore
To come back to yours
Leave me in peace
Leave me in peace
And I leave myself in peace, I am in peace
Goodbye
Goodbye is peace
From all the gestures
Nothing is too much
From kindness
From kindness
From kindness, nothing further |
Ela é carioca
( Tom Jobim / Celso Fonseca featuring Cibelle )
Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes
Ela é carioca, she's a carioca*
Just see the way she walks
Nobody else can be what she is to me
I look and what do I see
When I look deep in her eyes
I can see the sea
A forgotten road
The caressing skies
And not only that, I'm in love with her
The most exciting way
It's written on my lips
Where her kisses stay
She smiles and all of a sudden
The world is smiling for me
And you know what else
She's a carioca
Ela é carioca
Here she comes
Here she comes
Ela é carioca, ela é carioca
Basta o jeitinho dela andar
Nem ninguem tem carinho assim para dar
Eu vejo na luz dos seus olhos
As noites do rio ao luar
Vejo a mesma luz
Vejo o mesmo ceu
Vejo o mesmo mar |
She's a carioca, she's a carioca*
The way she walks is enough
Nobody else has a caress like that to give
I see in the light of your eyes
The nights at the river by the moonlight
I see the same light
I see the same sky
I see the same sea |
And not only that, I'm in love with her
The most exciting way
It's written on my lips
Where her kisses stay
She smiles and all of a sudden
The world is smiling for me
And you know what else
She's a carioca
Ela é carioca
Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes
* Carioca: a person who was born in the city of
Rio de Janeiro.
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Felicidade
( Jobim/Moraes / Suba - Sao Paulo Confessions LP )
Tristeza não tem fim, felicidade sim
Tristeza não tem fim, felicidade sim...
A felicidade é como a gota
De orvalho numa petala de flôr
Brilha tranquila depois de leve oscila
E cai como uma lágrima de amor
Tristeza não tem fim, felicidade sim
Tristeza não tem fim, felicidade sim...
A felicidade é como a pluma
Que o vento vai levando pelo ar
Voa tão leve, mais tem a vida breve
Precisa que haja vento sem parar
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Happiness
( Jobim/Moraes / Suba - Sao Paulo Confessions LP )
Sadness is endless, happiness isn't
Sadness is endless, happiness isn't
Happiness is like a drop
Of dew on a petal of flower
It shines calmly, then it sways softly
And it falls down like a tear of love
Sadness is endless, happiness isn't
Sadness is endless, happiness isn't
Happiness is like a feather
That wind takes through the air
It flies so softly, but its life is short
There must be a continuous wind |
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Flor Na Favela
( Favela Chic Postonove V.2 LP )
Tá caindo flor
Tá caindo flor
Cai do céu, na favela
Ei, tá caindo flor
Cai do céu, na favela
Ei, tá caindo flor
Tá caindo flor
Tá caindo flor
Tá caindo flor
Tá caindo flor
Cai do céu, na favela
Ei, tá caindo flor
Cai do céu, na favela
Ei, tá caindo flor
Ah... lava a água, né?
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Flower In The Slum
( Favela Chic Postonove V.2 LP )
Flower is falling
Flower is falling
It's falling from the sky, in the slum
Hey, flower is falling
It falls from the sky, in the slum
Hey, flower is falling
Flower is falling
Flower is falling
Flower is falling
Flower is falling
It falls from the sky, in the slum
Hey, flower is falling
It falls from the sky, in the slum
Hey, flower is falling Ah… wash the water, don't you? |
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Fruta Vermelha
( Apollo Nove / Res Inexplicata Volans LP )
Tinha na fruta vermelha
Explorada com cajá
Comeu e caiu na beleza
E o moço a navegar
Ooohhh...
Tinha na fruta vermelha
Explorada com cajá
Comeu e caiu na beleza
E o moço a navegar
Ooohhh...
Planta, planta, planta, planta
Tinha na fruta vermelha
Explorada com cajá
Comeu e caiu na beleza
E o moço a navegar
Ooohhh..
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Red Fruit
( Apollo Nove / Res Inexplicata Volans LP )
There was in the red fruit
Exploited with caja
It was eaten and it fell in the beauty
And the guy to cruise....
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Mr Right Now
( Apollo Nove / Res Inexplicata Volans LP )
Hey, mister, mister
Can you be my mister right now
Mister right now tomorrow, too
That's how I save you
That's how mister, mister
I'm your mistress right now
For now, know how
We are equal
Mister right now everyday
Something to say
Oh, mister man
Mister man
Can you be my mister right now?
My mister right now
You know babe
I wanna ???
Right there
???
Mister, mister
Mister right now
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Meu Amor
( Ziriguiboom - The Now Sound Of Brazil 2 LP )
Passei no passado pra ver
O presente que você me deu
Um futuro se não se esqueceu
O passado que você me fez
Minha colcha feito à mão
E o traçado com X no chão
Engraçado presta atenção
Meu bem
Bem feito pra quem te quer bem
Meu amor
Vou correr pra encontrar minha flor
Passei no passado pra ver
O presente que você me deu
Um futuro se não se esqueceu
O passado que você me fez
Minha colcha feito à mão
O traçado com X no chão
Engraçado presta atenção
Meu bem
Bem feito pra quem te quer bem
Ah, meu amor
Vou correr pra encontrar minha flor
É tempo de tempo voar
É tempo de tempo chegar
É tempo de tempo crescer
É tempo de tempo de amar
É tempo de tempo voar
É tempo de tempo chegar
E é tempo de tempo crescer
É tempo de tempo de amar
Ah...
Meu, meu, meu amor
Meu amor, meu amor
Meu amor
Vou correr pra encontrar minha flor
Meu amor
Meu amor
Meu amor
Meu amor
Meu amor
Ah...
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My Love
( Ziriguiboom - The Now Sound Of Brazil 2 LP )
I've been to the past to see
The present that you've given to me
A future if you haven't forgotten
The past you've made to me
My blanket made by hand
And the draw with X on the ground
Funny, pay attention
My sweet
Well done to whom wants you well
My love
I'm going to run to find my flower
I've been to the past to see
The present that you've given to me
A future if you haven't forgotten
The past you've made to me
My blanket made by hand
And the draw with X on the ground
Funny, pay attention
My sweet
Well done to whom wants you well
My love
I'm going to run to find my flower
It's time of time to fly
It's time of time to come
It's time of time to grow
It's time of time to love
It's time of time to fly
It's time of time to come
It's time of time to grow
It's time of time to love
Ah...
My, my, my love
My love, my love
My love
I'm going to run to find my flower
My love
My love
My love
My love
My love
Ah… |
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Noite De Carnaval
( About A Girl EP )
This is a secret no one to tell
I keep on my feathers inside of the chão
I like one by one out, one by one out
One noite spends inside of the céu
Tudo é igual
Tudo é igual
Tudo é igual
Noite de carnaval
Tudo é igual
Tudo é igual
Tudo é igual
Noite de carnaval
Tudo é igual
Tudo é igual
Tudo é igual
Noite de carnaval
Noite de carnaval
My eyes stay wide open
And burns in the sky
I wash all my spirit stay clean to white guy
From water and salt, remains on sounds
Surrounding sounds
It's bursting the silence with things I can't tell
My eyes stay wide open
And it burns in the sky
I wash all my spirit stay clean to white guy
From water and salt, remains on sounds
Surrounding sounds
It's bursting the silence with things I can't tell
Noite de carnaval...
Ô laiê la laiera
Tudo é igual
Noite de carnaval...
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Night of Carnival
( About A Girl EP )
All is the same
All is the same
All is the same
Night of Carnival
All is the same
All is the same
All is the same
Night of Carnival
All is the same
All is the same
All is the same
Night of Carnival
Night of Carnival
Night of Carnival
Oh la la la la
All is the same
Night of Carnival |
Punk Da
Periferia
(Gilberto Gil / Som Brasil TV Show - 21/12/2007)
Das feridas que a pobreza cria
Sou o pus
Sou o que de resto restaria
Aos urubus
Pus por isso mesmo este blusão carniça
Fiz no rosto este make-up pó caliça
Quis trazer assim nossa desgraça à luz
Sou um punk da periferia
Sou da Freguesia do Ó
Ó
Ó, aqui pra vocês
Sou da Freguesia
Sou um punk da periferia
Sou da Freguesia do Ó
Ó
Ó, aqui pra vocês
Sou da Freguesia
Ter cabelo tipo índio moicano
Me apraz
Saber que entraremos pelo cano
Satisfaz
Vós tereis um padre pra rezar a missa
Dez minutos antes de virar fumaça
Nós ocuparemos a Praça da Paz
Sou um punk da periferia
Sou da Freguesia do Ó
Ó
Ó, aqui pra vocês
Sou da Freguesia
Sou um punk da periferia
Sou da Freguesia do Ó
Ó
Ó, aqui pra vocês
Sou da Freguesia
Curto lixo, transo porcaria
Tenho dó
Da esperança vã da minha tia
Da vovó
Esgotados os poderes da ciência
Esgotada toda a nossa paciência
Eis que esta cidade é um esgoto só
Sou um punk da periferia
Sou da Freguesia do Ó
Ó
Ó, aqui pra vocês
Sou da Freguesia
Sou um punk da periferia
Sou da Freguesia do Ó
Ó
Ó, aqui pra vocês
Sou da Freguesia
Refazenda
(Gilberto Gil / Som Brasil TV Show - 21/12/2007)
Hmmm...
Abacateiro, acataremos teu ato
Nós também somos do mato como o pato e o leão
Aguardaremos, brincaremos no regato
Até que nos tragam frutos teu amor, teu coração
Abacateiro, teu recolhimento é justamente
O significado da palavra temporão
Enquanto o tempo não trouxer teu abacate
Amanhecerá tomate e anoitecerá mamão
Ah...
Abacateiro, sabes ao que estou me referindo
Porque todo tamarindo tem o seu agosto azedo
Cedo, antes que o janeiro doce manga venha ser também
Abacateiro, serás meu parceiro solitário
Nesse itinerário da leveza pelo ar
Abacateiro, saiba que na refazenda
Tu me ensina a fazer renda que eu te ensino a namorar
Ah...
Refazendo tudo
Refazenda
Refazenda toda
Guariroba
Refazendo tudo
Refazenda
Refazenda toda
Guariroba
Refazendo tudo
Refazenda
Refazenda toda
Guariroba
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Sereia, Amor D'Água
(Cibelle Remake)
( Suba / Tributo LP )
Dois, dois, três
Tenho tua palma na alma da mão
Tenho tua mão no meu corpo, no chão
Tenho teu corpo e a tua maldição
Na mão e na calma da intuição
Quero esse simples teu livre de ser
Quero esse livre tão simples de ver
Quero te ver em ter livre e tecer
Teu antes, teu hoje e teu simples viver
No mar
Sereia
No fundo do mar
Sereia
Tenho tua palma na alma da mão
Eu tenho tua mão no meu corpo, no chão
Tenho teu corpo e a tua maldição
Na mão e na calma da intuição
Quero esse simples teu livre de ser
Quero esse livre tão simples de ver
Quero te ver em ter livre e tecer
Teu antes, seu hoje e teu simples viver
No mar
Sereia
No fundo do mar
Sereia
No fundo do mar
Amor d'água, amor de sal
Te amordaço por bem ou por mal
Te levo pro mar num cavalo-marinho pra te ter
Pra te ter nas conchas de Vênus
Te envolver nos cabelos de Eva
Sereia do mar
Sereia
Sereia do mar
Sereia
No fundo do mar
Sereia
No fundo do mar
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Mermaid, Love of Water
( Suba / Tributo LP )
Two, two, three
I've got your palm in the soul of hand
I've got your hand on my body, on the ground
I've got your body and your curse
In the hand and in the tranquility of intuition
I want this simple and free of being
I want this free and too simple of seeing
I want to see you to set it free and to weave
Yours before, yours today and your simple living
In the sea
Mermaid
Deep into the sea
Mermaid
I've got your palm in the soul of hand
I've got your hand on my body, on the ground
I've got your body and your curse
In the hand and in the tranquility of intuition
I want this simple and free of being
I want this free and too simple of seeing
I want to see you to set it free and to weave
Yours before, yours today and your simple living
In the sea
Mermaid
Deep into the sea
Mermaid
Deep in the sea
Love of water, love of salt
I gag you by hook or by crook
I take you to the sea on a sea-horse to have you
To have you in the Venus's shells
To wrap you up in Eve's hair
Mermaid of the sea
Mermaid
Mermaid of the sea
Mermaid
Deep into the sea
Mermaid
Deep into the sea |
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Sonho Meu
( Xis featuring Cibelle Cavalli - Fortificando a
desobediência LP )
Tento acreditar que foi um sonho
Nossa... Pra explicar ou entender vai ser foda
Um rolo compressor
como se fosse o mais fudido devastador impacto fulminante
Não me restou uma saída ou outra chance, não
Por um instante pensei que era aquilo e só
Tristeza de dar dó, desilusão com tudo
Caiu meu mundo eu me senti só o pó
A gente acredita, vai e se dedica, mata, morre por alguém
por algo que se tem
Porém, no escuro, pelas costas vem um tiro
fecham-se as cortinas e você não é mais ninguém
última cena, último ato, a dor...
Porcos festejam sobre o corpo de um defensor
Que dedicou... enfim... o máximo de si
que então tentou, então tentou e se fodeu no fim
Não sou ator, isso aqui não é novela
Real realidade, eu faço parte dela
Não tô entre um comercial e outro e tal
Passando a rola e pá na pilantra da atriz principal
Eu tô falando de traição, de pilantragem
Minha poética versão, minha verdade
Mais apurada sincera que deus me deu
Até parece que foi sonho meu
Sonho meu... Até parece que foi sonho meu
Sonho meu... Como faz falta um abraço seu
Não vejo a hora de isso tudo acabar
Me dá uma chance, eu quero acreditar
Que nada dessa porra aconteceu
Seis da manhã
A insônia me pegou, me fodeu, trouxe a lembrança
Nada de chá, nada de café
Eu quero é um gole de amor, de esperança
Paz de criança dormindo, ligou?
A tática perfeita, o respeito, o amor...
O coro Oh! oh! A gíria morou!?
A úultima ponta de luz, puxou?
Talvez um dia lá você esteja louco, lá
Com o dedo no gatilho, suando frio pronto pra atirar
Firmeza, seu mano, e você firmeza
O plano definido, a fita derradeira
Não falo de contrato, eu falo de amizade
O fato é o que eu falo e o que eu faço é com cumplicidade
Na malandragem do bem quem liga ligou
Sou quem rima o terror, tô na paz do Senhor
Ei, meu mano, num atirou pipocou
Faltou disposição na ladeira, me abandonou
Aonde estou, que treta, que fita
Esta é minha vida eh... cê acredita?
Em um instante tudo se perdeu
Quem é você, me responde quem sou eu?
O fim da linha por um erro que cê cometeu
Até parece que foi sonho meu...
Sonho meu... Até parece que foi sonho meu
Sonho meu... Como faz falta um abraço seu
Não vejo a hora de isso tudo acabar
Me dá uma chance, eu quero acreditar
Que nada dessa porra aconteceu
Fui humilhado, tratado como um nada, um bosta
Inocente ou culpado agora não importa, bosta!
Perdi a vida, fecharam-se as portas, bosta
Não tive média, me expulsaram da escola, bosta
Minha ferida não cicatriza, é foda
Tudo o que passei, o que sofri, quem se incomoda?
Como é foda saber que a causa é uma bosta
E a conseqüência na sua cara engatilhada, é foda
Passa o dia, passa a hora, passa o tempo... passa a bola
É foda, minha memória infectada descontrola
abala o corpo e sobra a alma pra vitória, bosta
Um pobre dialeto que me sobra, vi violência pura
me tortura, como é foda, sonho um dia ser feliz
Sair da bosta, um salve pras cadeias do país
Paz e Glória...
Sonho meu...
Até parece que foi...
Sonho meu
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Dream of mine
( Xis featuring Cibelle Cavalli - Fortificando a
desobediência LP )
I try to believe that it was a
dream
My oh my... it'll be fucking hard to explain or to uderstand
A compressing coil, as if it was the most fucking devastating and sudden
impact
There was no way out for me or another chance, no
For a moment, I thought it was the only thing
A pity sorrow, disillusion with everything
My world has fallen apart and I've turned into dust
We believe, go on and dedicate ourselves, kill and die for someone
For something that we have
However, in the dark, there it comes a shot right behind your back
The curtains close and you're no longer nobody
The last scene, the last act, the pain...
Pigs cheer up on a defender's body
That has dedicated... at last... all his best
That at least tried, at least tried and got fucked up in the end
I'm not an actor, this is not a soap opera
Real reality, I belong to it
I'm not among those TV ads
Gettting laid the naughty main actress
I'm talking about betrayal, about piracy
My poetic version, my truth
The most acurate and sincere truth that God has given to me
It looked like a dream of mine
Dream of mine... it looked like a dream of mine
Dream of mine... I miss so much a hug of yours
I hope that all of this ends
Give me one chance, I want to believe
That fucking nothing has happened
Six in the morning
Insomnia has caught me, it has fucked me up, it has brought me to mind
No tea, no coffee
All I want is a tip of love, of hope
Peace of a sleeping child, got it?
The perfect tactic, the respect, the love...
Oh oh Oh! oh! That's the slang, got it!?
The last tip of light, got it?
Maybe one day out there, you might be mad about out there
With your finger in the trigger, sweating cold and ready to shot
Cool, bro', and you, cool
The plan is set up, the last one
I don't talk about business, I talk about friendship
The fact is that I speak and what I do is with complicity
In the trickery of good, who gets it, got it
I'm the one who rhymes the terror, I'm in peace of the Lord
Hey, my bro', you didn't shot, got lost
You missed your disposal at the slope, you abandoned me
Where am I, what a trap, what a trap
This is my life, yeah... d'you believe?
In a moment, everything has been lost
Who are you, answer me, who am I?
The end of line by a mistake that you've made
It looked like a dream of mine…
Dream of mine... it looked like a dream of mine
Dream of mine... I miss so much a hug of yours
I hope that all of this ends
Give me one chance, I want to believe
That fucking nothing has happened
I've been humiliated, treated like nothing, a crap
Non-guilty or guilty, now it doesn't matter, shit!
I've lost my life, the doors have been closed, shit
I didn't have any score, they've dropped me out from the school, shit
My wound doesn't heal, it's a fuck
Everything that I've been through, what I've suffered, who cares?
It's so fucking hard to know that the cause is a crap
And the consequence right on your face, it's a fuck
Day passes by, time passes by, time passes by, give it to me
It's a fuck, my infected memory is out of control
It shakes my body and my soul remains to the victory, shit
A poor dialect that is left to me, I've seen pure violence
It tortures me, it's a fuck, I dream to be happy one day
Get out of this crap, a salve for the jails in the country
Peace and Glory…
Dream of mine
It looked like a...
Dream of mine |
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Tantos Desejos
( Suba / Tributo LP )
Eternos ventos sussurrantes
Revoltos mares dissonantes
Sempre você
Na solidão, nos pensamentos
Sempre você
Como em outros beijos
No cair da noite
Sempre você
Tantos desejos
Sempre você
Copulado
Sempre você
Sempre você
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So Many
Desires
( Suba / Tributo LP )
Eternal rustling winds
Revolting dissonant seas
Always you
In the loneliness, in the thoughts
Always you
Like in another kisses
At the twilight
Always you
So many desires
Always you
Copulated
Always you
Always you |
