Dor e Prazer

My dad was a player
And won over my mom with art and smooth talk
From São Tomé in a suit
He quoted her poems, sang her ballads
My mom fell into the web already enchanted

They started dating, long nights
Until the moonlight and sex until dawn
They were together every day
Each kiss an alchemy, each look a prophecy

My mom got pregnant, my dad bailed, ran away from the son
That he procreated
My mom was left alone with a child in her belly
That carelessly fertilized

Without money for an abortion
My mom decided to have me despite being devastated
She cried every day, shattered
Dark, shattered, shattered

I grew in her belly inside
Felt the pains of a devastated soul
The pregnancy gave her pains, dizziness, nausea
Left her completely exhausted

My dad came back six months later
Repentant and sure that my mom was his beloved
My mom took him back despite
The anger, she was still in love
Happy again, blinded
By the same effervescent feeling
I was born in November in the afternoon close to four
After 24 hard hours of labor

If you don't have love, it's just pain
If you want pleasure, give love
If you don't have love, it's just pain
If you want pleasure, give love

Yeah
My parents delighted in every smile
Every sound, every look, every movement
Every gesture I made
Everything I did was a reason for wonder
Enchantment, bursts of euphoria
But a baby is expensive, it costs a lot
And more hardship, for those already living in poverty
My mom barely recovered from the pregnancy
She worked in sewing four hundred hours a month
My dad studied and worked at the same time
A violent rhythm because of his offspring
I cried every early morning, screamed
Went crazy and they never slept at all
They were exhausted, drained, stressed
Snapped at anything, always on edge
I started walking at ten months
And at eleven months, I was already talking, they were amazed
Enchanted with every new word
I said with the evolution of my physiognomy
Enchanted with every new word
I said with the evolution of my physiognomy

If you don't have love, it's just pain
If you want pleasure, give love
If you don't have love, it's just pain
If you want pleasure, give love

I spent hours and hours writing in my room
Creating soundtracks to get out of anonymity
I hardly slept, hardly went out, hardly saw friends
Writing was my religion, my punishment, my shelter
I rhyme the pains of my people
I involve in verses the suffering that I absolve
She sent me an email saying
That I'm the king and brought a new style
Says she cries intensely
When I rhyme intensely, in the most touching themes
Says she wants to meet me, to really see
If I am who I claim to be
We met at a bar in Vasco da Gama
I was immediately enchanted by that African aura

She exudes a sovereign blackness
Radiates the same light that originated nirvana
We started seeing each other regularly
And as it was evident, it ended up in involvement
Every other day at my house, sexual entanglement
Until exhaustion
It was several months in the same routine
But it lacked the adrenaline that pure love brings
I don't love her but the sex is so good
That I can't end it with her and finish our soap opera

So I lie and say I love her
Her love is insane and she doesn't even feel it's a lie
She loves me madly
And thinks the relationship will last forever
Two years passed and I was getting distant
My distancing was already obvious
I gained courage, decided to end it, decided to finish
What no longer had a basis

She fell into a depressive chaos
Self-punitive and almost vegetative
She didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't leave the house
Sank into a corrosive, erosive process
She quit her job, dropped out of college
Became skeletal and close to insanity
With suicidal instincts, completely darkened
Empty and destroyed

This is a deep song, brother
On the road of your life, your spirit
Always encourages you to flee from pain and seek pleasure
But always remember that there are many goals
That you can't achieve without pain, without sacrifice
Without blood. Remember that you can lift
Rebuild or save lives by sacrificing for them
Bleeding for them in acts of pure altruism
In the pursuit of pleasure, you can become blind
And slaughter the souls of all human beings
In acts of pure selfishness
So great Buddhist thinkers
Spoke of the importance of this balance between pain and pleasure
The balance of the planet depends a lot on this equilibrium
Between pain and pleasure
That each of us has to achieve individually

See the sacrifice of a mother raising her child
See the story of Gandhi and his devotion to his people
Also go in search of pleasure, brother
Also go in search of happiness
But don't go alone, take other brothers with you
Teach the brothers to love, teach the brothers humanism

If you don't have love, it's just pain
If you want pleasure, give love
If you don't have love, it's just pain
If you want pleasure, give love