Sailor song from Bahia blending Ijexá & Afro-Cuban rhythms. Sailor song from Bahia blending Ijexá & Afro-Cuban rhythms. Brazilian guitars, electric bass, Brazilian percussion, electric piano, male singer & backing vocals.歌词
BR
Hoje vivo sem amar
Naveguei por tantas vezes
Sem meu barco ancorar
Não sei onde vou chegar
Vou pedir a Yemanjá
Pro seu canto me guiar
Pro meu barco navegar
Pro meu canto eu achar
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar, yeh yeh
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar
O mar me levou em lugares que sonhei
Pisando na areia ja mais imaginei
Ter a paz
Ter a paz
Ter a paz que encontrei
Ter a paz
Ter a paz
Ter a paz
Hoje vivo sem amar
Naveguei por tantas vezes
Sem meu barco ancorar
Não sei onde vou chegar
Vou pedir a Yemanjá
Pro seu canto me guiar
Pro meu barco navegar
Pro meu canto eu achar
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar, yeh yeh
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar
Vou pro mar
Menino Menino
Menino Menino
Menino Menino
Menino Menino
Menino Menino
Menino Menino
EN
Today I live without love
I've sailed so many times
Without my boat anchoring
I don't know where I'll get to
I'll ask Yemanjá
For her song to guide me
For my boat to sail
For my song to find me
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea, yeh yeh
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea
The sea has taken me to places I've dreamed of
Stepping on the sand I'd never imagined
To have peace
To have peace
To have the peace I've found
To have peace
To have peace
To have peace
Today I live without love
I've sailed so many times
Without my boat anchoring
I don't know where I'll get to
I'll ask Yemanjá
For her song to guide me
For my boat to sail
For my song to find me
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea, yeh yeh
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea
I'm going to sea
Boy Boy
Little boy Little boy
Little boy Little boy
Little boy Little boy
Little boy Little boy
Boy Boy
Folk song, jazz ballad with a balkan touch. Sentimental, nocturnal & Folk song, jazz ballad with a balkan touch. Sentimental, nocturnal & melancholic. Cronner, organ, electric piano, trumpet & rhythm. 歌词
I want to be a butterfly
I have the disease of Modern Living All too desperate and lonely Hopping around, from one vagina to another Looking for the real thing.
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was The kind of butterfly Things would be better Certainly better
Saying no it’s not a problem for me You see, it never has been My tragedy of all times Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better Most certainly better
We just hoop and hoop to the next And fuck again Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way And all this in the name of love In the name of love and I, of loneliness Because if you fuck good enough This time you might
never, never be lonely again
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of
butterfly Things would be better Certainly better
There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me Twisting with her red hair and golden chain She keeps on smiling I don’t smile back She stares at me perpetually
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better Most certainly better
If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better I know, I know Most certainly better
Gypsy swing. Decided but relaxed. French jazz of the 40s & 50s. Jazz Gypsy swing. Decided but relaxed. French jazz of the 40s & 50s. Jazz guitar, clarinet, keyboard & rhythm. Suggested for old-fashioned lifestyle & French cinema.
Jazz world. Catchy, decided & regular with an East-Asian touch. Jazz world. Catchy, decided & regular with an East-Asian touch. Double bass, brushes & keyboard. Suggested for travel documentaries & tracking shots.
end of the travel. Easy, quiet & hopeful. Doublebass, vibes & end of the travel. Easy, quiet & hopeful. Doublebass, vibes & percussion. Suggested for travel documentaries.
Dreamy, charming & carefree hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Dreamy, charming & carefree hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Looking towards the future, not the past. Female rap singer, voice sampling, synth, fx vinyl noise, electric strings & electronic percussion. English rap @ 2'21.歌词
ES:
oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez
ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
tengo antojo de helao'
dame un beso frio endulzao'
que me sepa a mandarina
con burbujas como aspirina
con olor a tarta de queso
la textura de un pan entero
calentito solo pa mi
hazlo pensando solo en mi
te hago un hueco en la cama plegable
planes improvisados de tarde
ponemos algo de los noventa
la peli mas cliché que prefieras
como me gusta verte la espalda
sin el peto de color naranja
y pintarte solo con las huellas
una rosa con granos de arena
tu eres un universo en la tierra
dale que yo te llevo a Paris
nos montamos en alguna nube
y si quieres nos alquilo el Louvre
y te compro un helado de fresa
fresa rosa fresa palo fresa
fresa fresca fresita francesa
fresa tierna y luego una frambuesa
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
im trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
pero no te sale bien
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end…
oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez
ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
la brisa del patio
hojas de tabaco
bailan lentamente
entre flores del jardin
me pierdo en tus manos
no me pierdo nada
camino despacio
tranquilita junto a ti
EN:
hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve
I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
I'm craving for ice cream
give me a cold sweetened kiss
that tastes like tangerine
with bubbles like aspirin
with the smell of cheesecake
the texture of a whole loaf of bread
warm only for me
do it thinking only of me
I'll make room for you in the folding bed
improvised evening plans
we put on something from the nineties
the most cliché movie you want
how I like to see your back
without the orange training bib
and paint you only with your footprints
a rose with grains of sand
you are a universe on earth
come on, I'll take you to Paris
we'll ride on a cloud
and if you want I'll rent us the Louvre
and I'll buy you a strawberry ice cream
strawberry pink strawberry stick strawberry
fresh strawberry French strawberry
tender strawberry and then a raspberry
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
i'm trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
but you don't get it right
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
I wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end...
hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve
I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
the breeze in the courtyard
tobacco leaves
dance slowly
among the flowers in the garden
I lose myself in your hands
I don't miss anything
I walk slowly
calmly by your side
Crawling out in tempo My heart skips a beat I’m chasing dreams, overseasI run away Live in fantasy And giving out my heart Flying off my feet
Crawling out from you I gotta run away I’m chasing out this road hey' Til I see you Fireworks First world Just drowning colors and I ain’t no coming back
And I’ll be meeting you Where all the colors shine and never drown, never drown You, know I won’t stay long Or then we will be meeting underground, underground
Holding on to something something I know strong I tumble down, hey, without blinking
My heart awaits But I stay the same Just watching colors and I hope to feel again
And everything swirls I can feel my bones And I can see your hand waiting to reach you
And I’m chasing dreams, flying off my feet Just drowning colors help me to love you again
Look up to who you meet here though It could ill up your soul Crawling out in tempo skipping a beat though x4
And I’ll be meeting you Where all the colors shine and never drown, never drown You, know I won’t stay long Or then we will be meeting underground, underground
Crawling out in tempo My heart skips a beat and giving out my heart to you Flying off my feet
