Faminta

Ah, ah, ah, uh, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, uh, ah, ah

I don't ask for permission to arrive
I'm not obliged
I'm a daughter of Oxum and Yemanjá
Dagger, mirror, sword

I'm anger and calm at the same time
And I feel more anger
For everything that happened to me
And what happened to my ancestors

I don't bow my head to anything
I don't stomp my feet on the carpet
I insist I'm not obliged
I eat my own banquet with my hands

I'm hungry
I'm famished
I want to eat you
I want to eat life
Yum, yum, yum

I'm an elegant chameleon
I adapt if necessary
I have a huge repertoire
To deal with all kinds of narcissists

I don't waste energy and saliva
On square people in line
For troublemakers, I'm harmless
I pretend to be a saint, a maiden, cute

I sing softly
I don't sing out of tune
I do everything right

But there's so much anger inside
I can't be accustomed
I inherited from the ancients and I know well
The story that wasn't told

And the story is mine, damn it
I'm tired
I do my job right
For men to say I'm not prepared

I'm not dazzled by names
I invent my own ritual
I put my mouth on the microphone
If you don't treat me as an equal

I wasn't born to have small dreams
I'm avant-garde in the post era
I have the strength of my thoughts
And I carry the change that I am a spokesperson for

I will sing for myself
For my mother
For my grandmother
For my great-grandmother

The things they once
Silenced
Suffered
Fought for
And died for
So that today I am alive

I want you to explode
Explode
Explode
Explode, run
Or disappear
To the depths of things
Because today I'm
Turned into a jiraya

Ah, ah, ah, uh, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, uh, ah, ah

I'm going to fly around
Explode
I want to have fun