Um Brinde à Nossa Amizade (feat. Gabriel O Pensador)

I’m from Rio, Goa, Angola, and Guinea
Cape Verde, Mozambique, East Timor, and São Tomé
Macau, Portugal, but I came through Galicia
Life’s a delight seasoned with this salt
Cabral discovered way less than I did
My discoveries aren’t in museums

Or in history books, but they’re in my memory
And in my friends’ memories who sail with me
There are things in life you never forget
Friends are the ones who stick around
Clocks don’t have wings, but time flies
I remember that show at the pavilion in Lisbon

We sang, we partied, we lost our voices
Nineteen ninety-something
These are photos etched in my heart
I toast with juice, but it’s the thought that counts because...
Man, time flies
Here’s another drink
Take a picture
A hug to ease the longing

Man, time flies
Here’s another drink
Take a pic
This sound is a toast to Friendship
I met you when we were still kids
A common dream in a rap circle
My hat on my head, your cap turned back
So many ideas in our minds, how long has it been!

Time flies... and we don’t even notice
So much happens and doesn’t happen
If sailing is necessary, if living is a must
Friendship is the compass so I don’t get lost
With friends like you, I know I can count
Always by my side, even from across the sea
That’s why I want to toast to our good friendship
And to all my true friends

I’m words, melody, I’m from wherever you are
Lusophony in all colors
I’m a Tuga from Mindelo, Angolan from Bissau
São Toméan from Maputo, Brazilian from Portugal
Portuguese language with different accents
Our people are all basically family
And in diversity, we converge
Whoever comes in peace is always welcome

There’s always room for one more
And only by seeing the differences do we find the common ground
That a stranger is a friend we haven’t met
A friend is the family we choose
And even from afar, the feeling endures
As long as there’s music, no one can hold us back
Past, present, time passes fast
Bring on the future, full of good things for us

I know loneliness well because I’m a nomad
But I also know that life is a sum of
Moments, minutes, that can be eternal
Gazes, smiles, and brotherly hugs
I don’t know hell, but heaven is other people
And to enter heaven, I just can’t be dead
So I feel the hearts of other people
And that’s how I know I’m alive and not just existing

Those who are alive show up, so I always show up
And by meeting a stranger, I also meet myself
Write down my address, it’s now ours
I don’t have everything I want, but I do all I can
To share what I have and multiply what I gain
And by knowing a friend, I feel less like a stranger
Write down my address, it’s now yours
I’m not the owner of the house, but He welcomed us.