Erasmo Esteves (Tijuca Maluca) (feat. Rubel e Emicida)

Crazy Tijuca
Crazy Tijuca
Crazy Tijuca
Crazy Tijuca
Crazy Tijuca
Crazy Tijuca

That Tijuca from yesterday
Didn't imagine that that quiet boy
Who besides being poor was also boring
And used cardboard from the market as shoe soles
And saw Vasco win the championship in fifty
Would become a composer
And even a singer

Going through being a doorman
A waiter and a marine
Selling trinkets
Stealing pitanga and mango
Listening to Luiz Vieira and Jackson do Pandeiro
Believed in the legend
That God is Brazilian

His mother was also a father
Coloring his dreams
Teaching intuitively everything she didn't know
Strength, faith, wisdom, straight from Bahia

But it was in Tijuca that the desire was born
In Tijuca he had his first kiss
Just like the one he gave to Brigitte Bardot
And in his fantasy he dated Marilyn Monroe
That's when Brando showed him
A big American leather blues
And he understood he would become a composer
And even a singer

Erasmo Carlos, Carlos Erasmo
Tremendous, giant and kind
What a pleasure to have been your buddy
Thank you
There were Sputniks in the mix
Then Boys of Rocks, no fake
Between Tim Maia and The Snakes
I keep the names of the girls
Boyfriends' terror
Student of Simonal and Babulina Brasil, pre-Pepeu and Carolina
Carlos Imperial and his fancy empire
Trouble at Dock Lobo, like Djavan on the corner
There's no sound this pen doesn't match
And from there to fishing
You don't light up
But a thousand songs Erasmo Tremendous
Erasmo and the tremendous ones
A thousand messages for the astonished world
1-9-7-1
Listen now Carlos Erasmo

Leaving his cocoon
He experienced great emotions
Met Roberto Carlos
Tim Maia and Ben Jor
Friends who taught him
That music makes life better
It was there that he found the truth
Of not wanting to be what he was
Living the feeling of deception born from Rock and Roll
And the simplicity of the prose of Bossa Nova songs

He noticed that the waist and buttocks of the girls were like the curves of a guitar
And that reason boasts
But the heart rules
He also learned ugly things
And paths not to follow
There were monsters that didn't succeed
And nightmares he didn't sleep
Avoided stepping on flowers
To not hurt the illusion
Of being the lord of loves
And the AI of all pains
Of being the lord of loves
And the AI of all pains
Of being the lord of loves
And the AI of all pains

And he became a composer
And even a singer