Língua

I like to feel my tongue brushing against Luís de Camões' tongue
I like to be and to exist
And I want to dedicate myself to creating prosody confusions
And a profusion of parodies
That shorten pains
And steal colors like chameleons

I like Pessoa in the person
The rose in the Rosa
And I know that poetry is to prose
As love is to friendship

And who will deny that this is superior to it?
And who will deny that this is superior to it?
And let the Portugals die of starvation
My homeland is my language
Speak Mangueira! Speak!

Flower of Lácio
Sambadrome
Lusamerica
Latin in powder
What does
What can this language?

Let's pay attention to the syntax of the people from São Paulo
And the fake relaxed English of the surfers
Let's be imperialists!
Where?
Let's be imperialists!

Let's go on the velô of Carmen Miranda's choo-choo diction
And let Chico Buarque de Holanda rescue us
And (checkmate) explain Luanda to us
Let's listen carefully to theirs and theirs from TV Globo
Let's be the wolf of the wolf of man
Wolf of the wolf of the wolf of man

I love names
Names in ã
Of things like frog and magnet
Magnet magnet magnet magnet magnet magnet magnet
Names of names
Like Scarlet Moon de Chevalier
Glauco Mattoso and Arrigo Barnabé
And Maria da Fé
And Arrigo Barnabé

Incredible
It's better to make a song
It's proven that it's only possible to philosophize in German
If you have an incredible idea
It's better to make a song
It's proven that it's only possible to philosophize in German

Blitz means lightning
Hollywood means Azevedo
And the Recôncavo, and the Recôncavo, and the Recôncavo
My fear

The language is my homeland
And I don't have a homeland, I have a matry
And I want a fratry

The language is my homeland
And I don't have a homeland, I have a matry
And I want a fratry

The language is my homeland
And I don't have a homeland, I have a matry
And I want a fratry

Concrete poetry, chaotic prose
Future optics
Samba-rap
Chic-left with banana

Is he at Pão de Açúcar?
It's craude bro
You and thou
I love you
What should I do to you, man?
Move fast!

With earrings, Ricardo!? Your uncle will be desperate!
Oh Tavinho, tuck in this shirt
You look more like a scarecrow that way!
I like to spend some time in Mozambique
Thank you, thank you!

We sing-speak as if we envy blacks
Who suffer horrors in the Harlem Ghetto

Books, records, videos galore
And let them say, think, speak