Máquina de Ritmo

Rhythm Machine
So practical, so easy to turn on
Nothing but a good button
Under the light pressure of the thumb
I can pass on a dictionary
Of beats to you
In the future you will play
My tough samba unintentionally

Rhythm Machine
Who dances in this digital dance
Will it be, for example
That my bass drum will finally be silent
Hanging like a dinosaur
In the Carnival museum
If you bet that the answer is yes,
For God's sake, send a sign

Rhythm Machine
Sequential sound programming
More than 100 million samba lovers
From virtual samba schools
Virtual, virtuous branches
Of endless variations
From then on, samba ahead
Already without needing me

Rhythm Machine
Who knows a good sprinkle of fairy dust
Could erase the pain of those
Who left the tambourine aside
Despite your computer
Having good samba, bad samba
If I press the button, my heart
Will have to say it's samba indeed

Rhythm Machine
Standard algorithm process
Multiple binaries and ternaries,
Quaternaries without passions
Eighth notes, sixteenth notes,
Thirty-second notes, sixty-fourth notes, sensations
In the halls of Rio nights
New techno-illusions

Rhythm Machine
The eternal powders will silence
New angels of hell will
For anything take their place
Maybe they will exchange you for
Such a silent bass drum from the museum
And Moon gangs will come together
On a beach with a full moon to remember you and me

Moreno, Domenico, Cassim
Thus my children, your children
And Moon gangs will come together
On a beach with a full moon to remember
Just to remember,
Just to sing,
Just to play,
Just to remember
You and me.