Onde Jazz Meu Coração?

Hey, my king of the tambourine, of the ganzá
Sing a song, make a rhyme for me
Here, in the northeast, a land of the forgotten, humiliated
Offended and with no right to a future
Here, in the northeast, South America of dreams
In the kingdom of neglect, there’s nowhere to go

From Nashville to the backcountry, don’t be fooled
There’s a lot of ground
There’s my brother, lots of baião
And in New Orleans, groups of kindred souls
Play in bands, banjos, mandolins
Where's jazz my heart

Hey, my king of the tambourine, of the ganzá
Sing a song, make a rhyme for me
Here, in the northeast, a land of the forgotten, humiliated
Offended and with no right to a future
Here, in the northeast, South America of dreams
In the kingdom of neglect, there’s nowhere to go

In me, from this song here, a common place
Like in the blue of black
The song is what makes it sing
It grows and shines in my life and I renew myself
In the song, the cry of the people
Cry, it’s necessary to cry

And my voice, a rare cracked bamboo
Comes soul blues, from the dust of the road
And sings what life demands
Comes straight from the unfiltered throat
Chewing inham, inham
Full of nhem-nhem-nhem

Hey, my king of the tambourine, of the ganzá
Sing a song, make a rhyme for me
Here, in the northeast, a land of the forgotten, humiliated
Offended and with no right to a future
Here, in the northeast, South America of dreams
In the kingdom of neglect, there’s nowhere to go