40 Anos

These are 40 years of adventures
Since mom had the sweetness
Of giving birth to this black boy
And life full of innocence
Put a song in my fingers
And handed me a score
For me to play my story

I know that sometimes I almost lose it
But that's my Latin way
Half Zumbi, Peri, D. Pedro
A violin moves me
But I've also cried out of fear
Like I cried listening to the Anthem
When Tancredo died
Of the 40 years of adventures
Only 20 are of dictatorship
And I slept, fell asleep
And woke up abandoned

My country was ownerless
And I was out of the law
I fell in love with Che Guevara
Almost got slapped in the face
It's better to change the subject
Let's bury this dead body
Better to remember Madalena
Glauber Rocha in the cinema
The colors of this world
Jimmy, Janis, Joplin, and John Lennon

My God, the world was small
And I enjoyed it in the moonlight
Gonzaguinha and Nascimento
The new rebirth
That the rooster sang
Ava Canoeiro, Travessia Zumbi at Opinião
Smile

From Elis emerged a star
I bought tickets just to see her
Took my girlfriend
Whom I married in Disparada
Just so as not to lose her
I washed away the craziness with my tears
To talk to my boys
About heroes of freedom
From Agostinho de Luanda
To Buarque de Holanda

They were suns in the storm
Even hiding sad facts
I enjoyed the three-time championship
Because I'm also a drummer
As I was born in February
Carnival is in my blood
I'm from the palaces, I'm from the mangrove
In the end, I'm Brazilian
Today what's worth it
Is to run a thousand with Ayrton Senna

Singing with the world's first
What a deep feeling
This Milton Nascimento has
And what a strong and amazing woman
This Sonia Braga is
I'm Fittipaldi, I'm Hortência
I throw in my clairvoyance
I don't know a greater faith
Than that of Chico Xavier
Who to God is already Pelé
Who is our king of the ball
Roll that ball, companion
Judo for what if capoeira
Can trip up the overseer
Mandinga, I give to Satan

If Broadway meets Mangueira
Bumba meu boi, in the foreign soul
First world, samba
Who has Raoni, has the Amazon
If you're suffering from insomnia
It's because you have a weak mind
Or you're lying eternally
In a splendid cradle, or you're a fool
Or you're sucking on that cow
The milk of the innocent
Let's finish our little samba
Let's sing together, my people
First break the chicken
After it lays the egg
Just break that shell
Then transform into a new chick
After growing up, become a fighting rooster
Let's rehearse, oh, my people
Take our Brazil forward
Laia, laia, laia, laia, Laia, laia, laia, laia, Laia
Laia, laia, laia