Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueira
Nosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira

Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeira
Belo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira

Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheira
Vira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira

Funk liberado sem receio sem barreira
Pelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira

Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerrado
Vira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado

Povo destemido de miséria ta cercado
Belo povo colorido da mistura derivado

Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxado
Nosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado

Povo emputecido com destino complicado
Pelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado

It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will 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 shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall 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 shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…

I go where

The golden glints gather
I follow
Their lights and I whisper

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I wanna have the sun everyday on my skin

They’ll take me

To the borders of the world
Where the seas

Fall in the Milky Way

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I wanna have the sun everyday on my skin

I will kiss
The sea drops in the air
Should I jump?
Please just remember that …

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I’m fed up with the gloomy, the dark and the grim

The words I sing
Carry hope like spring
I wanna have the sun everyday on my skin

There ain’t nobody that I know
That walks full of liberty
We’re cursed and our bodies curl up
How can’t we speak out against it ?

We’re like stuck in a winter
Where the cold pinches our skin
The wind does squeeze in everywhere
Freezing 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 up
I’ll say Don’t give in, keep it up,
Have some food and have a rest
And let your soul just do the rest

I know your hearts are different
Please stop smothering their beats!
I know your inner nature man
I 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 free
And proudly give that look at me
I would see how life is strong
Flowing from your gigantic eyes

I’d say Happy, I’m so happy!
I’m gonna paint myself in green
I’m gonna jump like a hopper
Above 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 and
Mind clear, stupid stupid

Favour, smooth, wash, left,
Child, and pressing bitch
Caress slow, easly level
Home, 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 choisie
Sans que m’advienne que je devienne
La couturière de mon silence

J’aurais vécu
D’avoir été
Par temps pareil

Boucles d’oreilles
Et cheveux blonds


Aux rêves un peu plus bleu du ciel
Que je regarde à demeurer
Si près de toi,
Si près de moi
Si près passé

S’en passa quoi
De quoi jouer
A double jeu
Du jeu d’aimer
A noir ou blanc ?
Dans quelle main ?
Ce sera qui ?
Pour finir quoi ?
Je prends la dame à te laisser ne pas gagner
A te laisser seule sans savoir
Qui te regarde, à quoi sers-tu ?
Sans rester seule
Avec ni moi pour te garder ni toi pour perdre

au jeu d’aimer

Dans le miroir
Un peu de sel sous les paupières

Il me sera sans conséquences
Qu’ainsi la fuite dans la mémoire

Qu’à même pas, quel souvenir

de lui s’efface
L’autre écriture
Sans l’autre signe
Que de sa main l’oubli de moi sur mon épaule

Ici l’amour est sans durée
Dans le hasard que j’organise
Ne m’accoutume, qu’il ne soit l’autre
Dans le mélange de mes journées
Si d’aventure j’ouvre la porte
Sur l’autre absence de mon partage

I’m gonna be
A fixed point in the daylight
A fuzzy tree in a big and green area
A misunderstanding in the eyes of the curious
A white street in the brightness
A vehement garden, a squall and silence
A blank page about the meaning

An opened sky to the speechless desires
I’m gonna be
Older
Finally

To smile to whom i want
I’m gonna be
Older
Finally

3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boats
And the light in the morning
And the humidity of the meeting
And a vague feeling about
The reason of a so long journey
To smile to whom i want




























I’m gonna be
Older






Finally

"Orixà" décrit les caractéristiques du dieu Xango, divinité du Candomblé, la religion Afro-brésilienne.