Eu Sou Neguinha? [English translation]

I was leaning my guitar there

in a white square, messed up video.

I was an enigma, a question.

Look at that thing

just something for nothing, good, good, good, good, good.

I was with grace...

I was there by chance, it wasn't anything.

Ass of a mulatto woman, muscles of a working man

I was in Madureira, I was in Bahia

in Beaubourg, in the Bronx, in Bras.

And I, and I, and I, and I

asked myself

Am I black?

It was a message

I read a message

It seemed to be a joke, but it wasn't.

I couldn't decipher it, I couldn't get it

but that's what I was, and I was, and I was, and I was, and I was

I asked myself

It was a hippie gesture, a strange design

Men working, back and forth

And it was a joy, it was a hope

It was a dance and dance or not, or not, or not, or not, or not

I was asking:

Am I black?

Am I black?

I'm black...

Am I black?

I'm black...

I was praying there fully

a believer, a lens, I was a vision

totally a third sex

totally a third world, third millennium.

Naked flesh, naked, naked, naked, naked, naked

It was so strange

It was a rock trio, it was a costume

samba school on the TV

Cross at the end of the tunnel, dead end street

And I was the exit, melody, noon, day, day, day

It was what I was saying:

Am I black?

But I saw other things, I saw the strong youth

and a smooth-skinned woman in the darkness

I saw what is visible, I saw what isn't seen

and what poetry and prophecy didn't see

but they saw, they saw, they saw, they saw, they saw

It's what seemed

that the things talk about surprising things

Inevitably they err, they think it's a solution

and that the same sign that I try to read and be

is scarcely a possibility and the impossible

In me, in a thousand, in a thousand, in a thousand, in a thousand

and the question came:

am I black?

[video:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoMaHloFdF8]