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Faux Pas

The money I gave you for the tambourine
Don't go spend it then blame me
The money I gave you isn't mine, no
It's from school, please don't whoop me
 
You remember the other carnaval well
You cried because you couldn't parade
The costume that I told you buy
Isn't ready because the money
That I gave you for the sewing
You... hum hum
I won't even say so as to not embarrass you!
 

OK OK OK

OK OK OK OK OK OK
I know you all want my opinion
A straight talk about what was on my mind
How I interpret such vile situation
 
Penury, fury, clamor, disillusionment
Nouns that are hard to deal with it
As rats nibble the power
The crowd's hearts cry
Some suggest me to come out screaming
Others suggest me to stay quiet and silent
And then someone comes and asks me 'Incarnate a myth'
'Be our hero, solve everything'
 
OK OK OK OK OK OK
I know you all want my opinion
A straight talk about what was on my mind
How I interpret such vile situation
 
Of all those who prefer me to stay quiet
Few talk in my favor
Most of them go along with the angry choir
Of those who hurt me with hate and terror
And for those who want me to be more active
And more supportive to the suffering of the poor
I hope my soul is as noble
As required as I live
 
OK OK OK OK OK OK
I know you all want my opinion
A straight talk about what was on my mind
How I interpret such vile situation
 
The noble, really noble one, loved his fellows
He valued care and compassion above all
He treated his subordinates with affection
The same he treated his dog and his horse
Then I don't speak, music and poet
I stay silent regarding certainties and ends
My straight talk goes rollerskating
Sliding over targets and objectives
 
OK OK OK OK OK OK
I know you all want my opinion
A straight talk about what was on my mind
How I interpret such vile situation
 

Circle

My people, pay attention
In the circle that I have made for you
I want to demonstrate for all who come
Those things that the people say
I can speak, for I know
I take the others for myself
When I eat lunch, I do not dine
And when I sing I sing this way
Now I will entertain
Now I will begin
I want to see who will leave
I want to see who will stay
Those who don't want to hear me
Aren't obligated to listen to me
Those in the world who have money
Want to gain more, the more they have
And the people who have nothing
Keep faring worse
Dear young man, have shame
Cease with the offense
Leave the poor man's money
And rob from other robber
Now I will entertain
Now I will proceed
I want to see who will stay
I want to see who will leave
Those who don't want to hear me
Aren't obligated to listen to me
If the rich man and the poor man die
Bury the rich man with me
I want to see who will separate
The dust of the rich man from mine
If there underneath there is equality
Then there should be equality up here
He who wants to be more than he is
Shall suffer one day
Now I will entertain
Now I will proceed
I want to see who will stay
I want to see who will leave
Those who don't want to hear me
Aren't obligated to listen to me
Dear young man, be careful
With your profiteering
If I don't give you as a present
Your hole in the ground
I want to see who will say
I want to see who will lie
I want to see who will deny
What I have said here
Now I will entertain
Now I will finish
I want to see who will leave
I want to see who will stay
Those who don't want to hear me
Aren't obligated to listen to me
Now I will finish
Now I will discourse
He who knows everything and says it soon
Remains with nothing to say
I want to see who will return
I want to see who will flee
I want to see who will stay
I want to see who will betray
That is why I close this circle
Which I have made
The circle which is of the people
Where what is spoken is spoken
 

Every girl from Bahia

Every girl from Bahia has
A saint that God gives
Every girl from Bahia has
Enchantments that God gives
Every girl from Bahia has
A certain way that God gives
Every girl from Bahia has
Defects also that God gives
 
That God gave, that God gives
 
That God intended to give
The primacy
For good, for bad
First hand in Bahia
First mass
Also the first Indian murdered
That God gave
 
That God intended to give
All the magic
For good, for bad
First ground of Bahia
First carnival
Also the first pillory
That God gave
 
A, a, a, that God gave
 

I Don't Fear Death

I don't fear death
But, yes, I am afraid of dying
What would the difference be?
You may ask.
It is that the death comes only after
I will have stopped breathing.
Dying is still here
In life, under the sun, on the air.
There can still be pain
Or urge to piss.
 
Death only comes after
There will already be anyone
Like I am here now
Thinking about the afterlife.
There will be no longer the afterlife.
The afterlife is what it shall be then.
I will no longer have feet nor head
Nor liver, nor lungs.
How can I be able to have fear,
If I will not have a heart?
 
I don't fear death
But I am indeed afraid of dying.
Death is after myself,
But the one who is going to die is me.
The ultimate of my acts
And I shall have to be present
Just like a president
Giving possession to his successor,
I shall have to die while I live
Knowing that I may soon leave.
 
And so on that instant, yes,
I shall suffer, who knows, a shock,
A sudden malaise, or a thud
A shiver or a stroke,
Natural things of life,
As eating, as walking.
As dying of death by slaughter
As dying of death by death itself
Who knows I might feel a longing
As in any farewell.