Eu Sou Neguinha?

I was leaning, saw my guitar
In the white square, video cardboard
I was the enigma, a question mark
Look what a thing, more than a trivial thing
Good, good, good, good, good

I was with grace
I was there by chance, it was nothing
Mulatto butt, cowboy muscle
I was in Madureira, I was in Bahia
In Beaubourg, in the Bronx, in Brás
And I and I and I and I

Asking myself: Am I a little black girl?
It was a message, I read a message
It seems silly, but it wasn't
I couldn't decipher it, I couldn't
But that was going and I was going, and I was going, and I was going, and I was going

I wondered: Was it a hippie gesture, a strange drawing?
Men working, stop, against the flow
And it was a joy, it was a hope
It was dance and dance
Or not, or not, or not, or not, I wasn't asking

Am I a little black girl?
Am I a little black girl?
Am I a little black girl?

I was praying there completely
A believer, a lens, it was a vision
Totally third sex
Totally third world
Third millennium naked flesh, naked, naked, naked, naked, naked, naked

It was so funny
It was an electric trio, it was fantasy
Samba school on television
Cross at the end of the tunnel, dead-end alleys
And I was the way out, melody, noon, day, day
It was what I said: Am I a little black girl?

But I saw other things
I saw the strong man
And the soft woman from the darkness
I saw what is visible, I saw what I didn't see
What poetry and prophecy don't see
But they see, they see, they see, they see, they see

It's what it seemed
That things talk
Surprising things
Fatal errors, find solutions
And that the same sign that I have to read and be
Is just a possible or impossible in me
In me, in a thousand, in a thousand, in a thousand

And the question came
Am I a little black girl?
Am I a little black girl?