Cometa Mambembe
Luiz Caldas
Comet Mambembe
When the star shines in the hair
And the gallop wakes up by the sea
Great kiskadee and the song in the guava tree
Breeze moon in the bush, to smell
In the comet of the Bahian guitar
Or in the colors of the peacock's tail
Zanzibar, Tuaregs and Patufás
Andalusians of Gandhi's heart
Have faith in the blue that is in the frevo
That blue is the color of joy
On a shabby horse without relief
In the gallop from Olinda to Bahia
Have faith in the blue that is in the frevo
That blue is the color of joy
On a shabby horse without relief
In the gallop from Olinda to Bahia
When the star shines in the hair
And the gallop wakes up by the sea
Great kiskadee and the song in the guava tree
Breeze moon in the bush, to smell
In the comet of the Bahian guitar
Or in the colors of the peacock's tail
Zanzibar, Tuaregs and Patufás
Andalusians of Gandhi's heart
Have faith in the blue that is in the frevo
That blue is the color of joy
On a shabby horse without relief
In the gallop from Olinda to Bahia
Have faith in the blue that is in the frevo
That blue is the color of joy
On a shabby horse without relief
In the gallop from Olinda to Bahia
