São Pixinguinha

If one day I were called to play in heaven I would
I would be honored, you can bet I would
Light as a feather, better, a melody
In the peace of the ancestors from the ribbons of Bahia
Shining like the silver of the Moon that guides me
Sambaing through the clouds like the flute and so many guides
Sprinkled with stars, I am the darkness that illuminates
That the night, if it's not a mother, is certainly a grandmother, or maybe an aunt
I think of the audience with Odoya and Maria
Jesus, Oxalá, Buddha, the audience shines
Allah, Nanã, Omama, Ganesha, Saint Lucy
Even the one from the underworld squeezes in and spies from the depths
While God says

Saint Pixinguinha has arrived
From Odeon, from Yaô, from Batuque in the kitchen
From Carinhoso
Look there he is with his little flute
From Rosa, from Nininha
Roast Beef, litany
From Batuta, Sapequinha
From Pombinha and Benguelê
It's him, you can believe
Everyone guesses
Saint Pixinguinha has arrived
Amen

If one day I were called to play in heaven I would
Whisper in the mouthpiece and the wind would translate
Into something monumental, that our soul caresses
To explode in a praise that every palm needed
Elegance and love, oh the crest of the larks
The saints pile up, because the man is a symphony
Orpheus moved - now that's poetry
And the angels piled up saying: This gives chills
And I see an audience with Odoyá and Maria
Jesus, Oxalá, Buddha, the audience shines
Allah, Nanã, Omama, Ganesha, Saint Lucy
Even the one from the underworld squeezes in, spies from the depths
While God says

Saint Pixinguinha has arrived
From Odeon, from Yaô, from Batuque in the kitchen
From Carinhoso
Look there he is with his little flute
From Rosa, from Nininha
Roast Beef, litany
From Batuta, Sapequinha
From Pombinha and Benguelê
It's him, you can believe
Everyone guesses
Saint Pixinguinha has arrived
Amen

He is the bread of these tropical forests
Where monumental Chopins
Overcame the insomnia
That prevents people from sleeping in peace
Do you know where Brazil was never a colony?
In Alfredinho's flute from Catumbi