Morango do Nordeste
Marília Mendonça
Northeast Strawberry
(That's it!)
(I'm tacky)
(I'm a spectacle)
(And I make my feelings exaggerated)
(My own stage)
(I am love and as Sidney Magal would say)
(Love has to be tacky)
(God forbid a chic, discreet love)
(God forbid feeling lukewarm and soft)
(God forbid speaking softly, smiling softly)
(Dreaming softly, with low volume)
(The dictionary says that tacky, adjective)
(Indicates lack of taste)
(I say no)
(I like it very much and deeply)
(So deep that I shout to the four corners)
(My loves not always real)
(That's why it's so fun to be tacky like me, got it?)
(Everything is too much, everything is big, everything transforms me)
(Everything turns me upside down and turns into tears, turns into music, turns into a scream)
(Turns into a reason, turns into poetry, turns into hope)
(If surrendering body and soul like this is being tacky)
(Nice to meet you, call me Marília Mendonça)
I was so sad when she appeared
Her captivating eyes immediately shook me
My friends say I'm too much
But it's only her that satisfies me
It's only her that satisfies me
It's only her that satisfies me
You only reap what you sow
That's why they say I'm a dreamer
Tell me what she means to me
If she's a strawberry here in the Northeast
You know, it doesn't exist, I'm a tough guy
Despite harvesting potatoes from the land
With this woman, I'll even go to war
Oh, it's love
Oh, oh, oh, it's love
It's love
Oh, it's love
Oh, oh, oh, it's love
It's love
You only reap what you sow
That's why they say I'm a dreamer
Tell me what she means to me
If she's a strawberry here in the Northeast
You know, it doesn't exist, I'm a tough guy
Despite harvesting potatoes from the land
With this woman, I'll even go to war
Oh, it's love
Oh, oh, oh, it's love
It's love
Oh, it's love
Oh, oh, oh, it's love
It's love
