Tronco Submerso
Paulo André Barata
Submerged Trunk
Everything I loved was here
From the beaten ground to the açaí bowl
That's why I didn't sing about Copacabana
Even though it was so cool
In the shine of the postcards I received
Everything I loved was here
From the corn cob to the miriti tree
And so I didn't talk about the Eiffel Tower
Or Chanel perfumes
Nor the blue sky of Tennessee
Sorry my brother, my rustic song
Nourished by the jambu you didn't want
Stained with tijuco and grass
Please forgive my poor verse
A rough submerged trunk
In the nameless river that goes away from me
