Branquinha

I'm just an old Bahian
A nobody, a Caetano, any guy
I go against the road, sing against the melody
Swim against the tide
What do you see, what do you want,
You who are so queen?
Fair-skinned
Carioca with its own light, light
Only mine
When all your naked roses
All of it
Flesh of the song I composed
Who leads
Come, seduce
This slender mulatto, boy
Destined to never be a man, no
This complex monkey
This ambiguous sex
This lion tamarin
Courting the moon and repeating:
The moon is mine
Fair-skinned
Pororoquinha, warrior is
Queen
From January, from Rio, from where
Alone
Hand on the helm, foot in the hurricane
My brother
In this vain world
Hand on the helm, foot in the carnival
My equal
In this bad world