El agua de la vidaEs una sola gotaEs una sola gotaLa gota de tu cara
La luna del cieloEs un mero reflejoEs un mero reflejoDel fulgor de tu cara
Quiero une larga noche iluminadaPor la luz de tu caraQuiero esa noche de tu caballeraQuiero esa luna de tu cara

Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueiraNosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira
Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeiraBelo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira
Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheiraVira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira
Funk liberado sem receio sem barreiraPelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira
Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerradoVira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado
Povo destemido de miséria ta cercadoBelo povo colorido da mistura derivado
Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxadoNosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado
Povo emputecido com destino complicadoPelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado

It’s not those mics called the overheadsAnd it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my handsNo they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for youWill you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
We’ll have to gambleConceal our secretsWe’ll have to set asideOur rusty stringsLead and metals pointed upon usOur disclocated concertoShine and shine with our groovy frequenciesShall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tuneWouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?Untuned…

I go where
The golden glints gatherI followTheir lights and I whisper
The words I singCarry hope like springI’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim
The words I singCarry hope like springI wanna have the sun everyday on my skin

They’ll take me
To the borders of the worldWhere the seas
Fall in the Milky Way
The words I singCarry hope like springI’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim
The words I singCarry hope like springI wanna have the sun everyday on my skin
I will kissThe sea drops in the airShould I jump?Please just remember that …
The words I singCarry hope like springI’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim
The words I singCarry hope like springI wanna have the sun everyday on my skin

There ain’t nobody that I knowThat walks full of libertyWe’re cursed and our bodies curl upHow can’t we speak out against it ?
We’re like stuck in a winterWhere the cold pinches our skinThe wind does squeeze in everywhereFreezing our faces with fear
Can we stop ?
Can we change ?Can we try to do something useful in the end?
I‘ll call the sun and warm you upI’ll say Don’t give in, keep it up,Have some food and have a restAnd let your soul just do the rest
I know your hearts are differentPlease stop smothering their beats!I know your inner nature manI know you could be innocent!

Can we stop ?
Can we change ?Can we try to do something useful in the end?

In all my dreams you stand up freeAnd proudly give that look at meI would see how life is strongFlowing from your gigantic eyes
I’d say Happy, I’m so happy!I’m gonna paint myself in greenI’m gonna jump like a hopperAbove the seas above the skies
Can we stop ?
Can we change ?Can we try to do something useful in the end?

Pink, soft, tender, sweet,Grace, clean, supple, weak,Tears, fragile, realist, passive, small,Poor level, level,Listening, feeling, sensitive,Intuition, pearles, milk,Justice, nurse, mother, below andMind clear, stupid stupid
Favour, smooth, wash, left,Child, and pressing bitchCaress slow, easly levelHome, house, lisptick lipstick
Dream, sexy, awkward, bungle,Foolish, sewing, knitting, pretty,Broom, mindless, kitchen, child,Empty light, lower lower
Slim, clean, nail, plait,Ass, mouth, breast, bottom

Je n’ai de rôle que par absence
dans la coulée de la mémoire
Que m’y déplaise en apparence,
d’entre les formes la plus choisieSans que m’advienne que je devienneLa couturière de mon silence
J’aurais vécuD’avoir étéPar temps pareil
Boucles d’oreillesEt cheveux blonds

Aux rêves un peu plus bleu du cielQue je regarde à demeurerSi près de toi,Si près de moiSi près passé
S’en passa quoiDe quoi jouerA double jeuDu jeu d’aimerA noir ou blanc ?Dans quelle main ?Ce sera qui ?Pour finir quoi ?Je prends la dame à te laisser ne pas gagnerA te laisser seule sans savoirQui te regarde, à quoi sers-tu ?Sans rester seuleAvec ni moi pour te garder ni toi pour perdre
au jeu d’aimer
Dans le miroirUn peu de sel sous les paupières
Il me sera sans conséquencesQu’ainsi la fuite dans la mémoire
Qu’à même pas, quel souvenir
de lui s’effaceL’autre écritureSans l’autre signeQue de sa main l’oubli de moi sur mon épaule
Ici l’amour est sans duréeDans le hasard que j’organiseNe m’accoutume, qu’il ne soit l’autreDans le mélange de mes journéesSi d’aventure j’ouvre la porteSur l’autre absence de mon partage

I’m gonna beA fixed point in the daylightA fuzzy tree in a big and green areaA misunderstanding in the eyes of the curiousA white street in the brightnessA vehement garden, a squall and silenceA blank page about the meaning
An opened sky to the speechless desiresI’m gonna beOlderFinally
To smile to whom i wantI’m gonna beOlderFinally
3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boatsAnd the light in the morningAnd the humidity of the meetingAnd a vague feeling aboutThe reason of a so long journeyTo smile to whom i want



























I’m gonna beOlder






Finally