Paratodos

My father was from São Paulo
My grandfather, from Pernambuco
My great-grandfather, from Minas Gerais
My great-great-grandfather, from Bahia
My sovereign maestro
Was Antonio Brasileiro

It was Antonio Brasileiro
Who blew this tune
That I covered with verses
To follow my journey
And with misty eyes
See the hell and wonders

In these winding paths
The guitar redeems me
Believe, illustrious gentleman
Against gall, disease, crime
Listen to Dorival Caymmi
Go with Jackson do Pandeiro

I saw cities, I saw money
Bandits, I saw asylums
Girls like little birds
Flying from buildings
Smoke Ari, smell Vinícius
Drink Nelson Cavaquinho

For a petty heart
Against the wild loneliness
Luiz Gonzaga is a sure shot
Pixinguinha is indisputable
Take Noel, Cartola, Orestes
Caetano and João Gilberto

Long live Erasmo, Ben, Roberto
Gil and Hermeto, applause for
All the instrumentalists
Hail Edu, Bituca, Nara
Gal, Bethania, Rita, Clara
Hail, young ones in sight

My father was from São Paulo
My grandfather, from Pernambuco
My great-grandfather, from Minas Gerais
My great-great-grandfather, from Bahia
I've been on the road for many years
I am a Brazilian artist