Aujourd'hui
j'ai planté des pierres
usé mes souliers sur la meule
Oublié les espoirs sur les tôles rouillées
Aujourd'hui
Je n'ai monté aucune stèle sur les parvis
N'ai tenu aucun discourt sur l'avenir
n'ai acheté aucun ipod
N'ai vendu aucun ami
Aujourd'hui je n'ai usé d'aucun pouvoir
Aujourd'hui
Je n'ai rien fait
Laissé passer des armées de minutes
Des légions de secondes
A même le crâne
Aujourd'hui
j'ai perdu des cheveux
Lapé le sel des galets
Laissé des branches me gifler
J'ai laissé l'invisible s'immiscer
Aujourd'hui
Je n'ai dépecé aucun rongeur
n'ai tué aucun animal
J'ai laissé les fourmis voyager au fond de mes poches
J'ai laissé la vase au fond des étangs
Le ciel au fond des flaques
J'ai pris des lumières tapis dans l'ombre
Lâché des fantômes à la nuit, à nos morts
Mes veines de lierre sur les pieds
Plantés dans la rosée
Sentiers de perles vers les nuits infinies
Vers les nuits infinies.

neither yours nor mine, this time
neither lie nor truth, but life
riddle of your heart and mine
that you have to solve now
and find

on the sea it’s all white
the sand,
as pale as the salt or the snow

the sound of sea

neither right nor wrong, this time
neither lie nor truth, but life
riddle of your heart and mine
that we have to solve now
go-find

on the sea it’s all white
the sand,
as pale as the salt or the snow

the sound of sea-tides

on the sea it’s all white
the sand,
as pale as the salt or the snow

the sound of sea-tides

Blue Jean Baby, stop looking so sad.
I’ve seen the future, it ain’t looking that bad.
The trees were higher, you were still there.
I’m not supposed to tell you anything about it.

You say that all is over now.
But I’ve seen it, you’ll get through somehow.
You must find the way.
Because I’ve seen it, you’ll get through someday.

Blue Jean Baby, what have you done.
You lost all faith in everyone.
But Blue Jean Baby, it can’t be all bad.
Finish this chapter, write another story now.

You say that all is over now.
But I’ve seen it, you’ll get through somehow.
You must find the way.
Because I’ve seen it, you’ll get through someday.

Oh no, no more. No no, I can’t take it anymore.
No no, no more, No no, I can’t take it anymore.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting for that moment to sweep me away.

Goodbye dear friend, goodbye, I’ll never see you again.
Goodbye sweet moon, I dedicate my last song to you.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting for that moment to sweep me away.

Away, away, I want to fly so far away.
Away, away, I want to fly so far away.

Could you be, could you be the stranger that is going to save me.
Reach out your hand, touch me and make me want to live again.

Because I am standing on the edge, waiting to be saved or be swept away.

Away, away, I want to fly so far away.
Away, away, I want to fly so far away.

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

Como não recordar de nós dois, quanta saudade
Tantas lembranças tão antigas tão presentes
Que não posso esquecer, como poderia
Nao tem jeito não

Mesmo se eu quisesse renegar, anos depois
Cada passo lado a lado
Cada laço assim atado
Eu não poderia deslembrar jamais

Tem jeito não
Tempo passou pra nós dois
Mas ficou um gosto bom
Tempos depois pra nós dois

Tempo bom que passou
Que passou que ficou

Sarake morono sara sara
Sarake morono sara sara
Soprou furou zarabatana
Soprou furou zarabatana

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…