Cinema Novo

The film wanted to say "I am the samba
The voice of the hill tore through the cinema screen
And they began to take shape
Visions of big and small things
That shaped us and are shaping us
All and many: God and the devil, dry lives, the rifles
The scoundrels, the priest and the girl, the big fair, the challenge
Other conversations, other conversations about the ways of Brazil
Other conversations about the ways of Brazil
Bossa nova passed the test
Saved us in the dimension of eternity
But down here "Life is just half of nothing"
Neither died nor faced the problem
Asked for solutions and explanations
And that's why the images of this cinema country
Entered the words of the songs
Entered the words of the songs
First, there were those that explained
And the music stopped to think
But it was so beautiful that it seems
That we didn't even want to complain
Then came the haunting images
And other words wanted to be sung
Of order and disorder of madness
From soul at midnight and industry
And the Earth went into a trance
And in the backlands of Ipanema
In a trance, in the sea of Monte Santo
And the light of our song and the voices of the poem
Needed to transform so much
That the samba wanted to say
The samba wanted to say: I am cinema
The samba wanted to say: I am cinema
Then the angel was born, the bandit came meteorango
Hitler third world, without this spider, hunger for love
And the film said: I want to be a poem
Or more: I want to be a film and film-film
Cornered at the devil's throat limit
Return to Atlantis and surpass the eclipse
Kill the egg and see the true cross
And the samba now says: I am the light
Of the lyre of delirium, of Xica's freedom
Of all the nakedness of the Indian
Of macabéia flower, of white wing
My name is Stelinha is Innocence
My name is Orson Antonio Vieira advisor of pixote
Superother
I want to be old forever, I want to be new again
I want to be Ganga raw and clear gem
I am the samba long live cinema