PRA CURAR A DOR DO MUNDO
Marcelo D2
TO HEAL THE WORLD'S PAIN
In the brightness of Zambiapungo
Malungo lay down for Time
Macura Dilê, my darling
Time macura Dilê
Who healed the world's pain
On the trunk of the gameleira
Made carueira porridge
Canjica in Canjerê
Put honey in the green coconut
Don't stop the jaguar's attack
Call the spear-wielding caboclo
Make moqueca for the erê
In the brightness of Zambiapungo
Malungo lay down for Time
Macura Dilê, my darling
Time macura Dilê
Doesn't know where the dream ends
Who tames the beast in the forest
Hits the head for life
Dodges death while dancing
Feeds the drum
Gives the doboru of Kavungo
Mugunzá and orobô
To heal the world's pain
In the brightness of Zambiapungo
Malungo lay down for Time
Macura Dilê, my darling
Time macura Dilê
And if it has a lot of water, just let it be
Season it and let it cook, it will refine, okay?
Without a lid, with the pot uncovered
(One more time)
Time spreads the seed
And the bread that the hand kneaded
The past supports the present
The future belongs to those who remembered
And knows that time passes
Time never sleeps
Zaratempo only embraces
Those who remain in time
In the brightness of Zambiapungo
Malungo lay down for Time
Macura Dilê, my darling
Time macura Dilê
In the brightness of Zambiapungo
Malungo lay down for Time
Macura Dilê, my darling
Time macura Dilê
Macura Dilê, my darling
Time macura Dilê
What I saw, I am
What I felt, what I suffered, I am
I am when I want, even when I don't want to be
That's why I only die when my samba dies
I am walking out of line
I am walking on the tracks
I am in the smile of my ancestors
And also in the smile of my children
I am in pain and pleasure
That's why I only die when my samba dies
I am the strength of my mother and her weakness too
I am the joy of my father and his sadness too
I am new, tradition, I am rap, samba in my step
Soldier son of Ogum, certainty of my axé
Of everything that passed through me, I am what I can be
That's why I only die when my samba dies
