Onde Jazz Meu Coração?

Hey, Mr. King of the tambourine, of the ganzá
Sing a song, create a verse for me
Here, northeast, a country of forgotten, humiliated
Offended and with no right to the future
Here, northeast, South America of sleep
In the kingdom of abandonment, there's nowhere to go

From Nashville to the backlands, don't be mistaken
There's my outlaw brother, a lot of baião
And in New Orleans, bands of kindred black folks
Play in bands, banjos, mandolins
Where does my heart jazz

Hey, Mr. King of the tambourine, of the ganzá
Sing a song, create a verse for me
Here, northeast, a country of forgotten, humiliated
Offended and with no right to the future
Here, northeast, South America of sleep
In the kingdom of abandonment, there's nowhere to go

In me, from this common place
Like in the blues, blue and black
It's the song that makes you sing
It grows and appears in my life and I renew myself
In the song, the chirping of the people
Chirping, it's necessary to chirp

And my voice, rare split bamboo
Comes soul blues, from the dust of the road
And sings what life requires
Comes straight from the loud throat
Chewing inham, inham
Full of blah blah blah

Hey, Mr. King of the tambourine, of the ganzá
Sing a song, create a verse for me
Here, northeast, a country of forgotten, humiliated
Offended and with no right to the future
Here, northeast, South America of sleep
In the kingdom of abandonment, there's nowhere to go