I'm the rain that throws the Sahara's sand
Over Rome's automobiles
I'm the mermaid that dances, the fearless lara
Amazon's water and leaf
I'm the shadow of Black Rome's matriarch voice
You don't get me
You don't even see me
My sound blinds you, grimace, who are you?
That didn't feel the swing of Henri Salvador
That didn't follow the Olodum shaking the Pelô
And that did not laugh with Andy Warhol's laugh
That didn't, that didn't and didn't even say "that didn't"
I'm a strong black North American
With a golden earring on the ear
I'm the flower of the first music the oldest
The newest sword and its cut
I'm the smell of the desperate books
I'm Gitá Gogóia*
Your eye look at me, but can't reach me
I have no choice, grimace, I will discard
Who didn't pray Dona Canô's** novena
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Who didn't love Bobô's*** subtle elegance
Who isn't Recôncavo**** and cannot even be "reconvexo"
I'm a strong black north-american
With a golden earring on the ear
I'm the flower of the first music the oldest
The newest sword and its cut
I'm the smell of the desperate books
I'm Gitá Gogóia*
Your eye look at me but can't reach me
I have no choice, grimace, I will discard
Who didn't pray Dona Canô's** novena
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Who didn't love Bobô's*** subtle elegance
Who isn't Recôncavo**** and cannot even be "reconvexo"