Eu Sou Neguinha?
Eu tava encostada, vi minha guitarra
No quadrado branco, vídeo papelão
Eu era o enigma, uma interrogação
Olha que coisa, mais que coisa à toa
Boa, boa, boa, boa, boa
Eu tava com graça
Tava por acaso ali, não era nada
Bunda de mulata, muque de peão
Tava em Madureira, tava na Bahia
No Beaubourg, no Bronx, no Brás
E eu e eu e eu e eu
A me perguntar: Eu sou neguinha?
Era uma mensagem, lia uma mensagem
Parece bobagem, mas não era não
Eu não decifrava, eu não conseguia
Mas aquilo ia e eu ia, e eu ia, e eu ia, e eu ia, e eu ia
Eu me perguntava: Era um gesto hippie, um desenho estranho?
Homens trabalhando, pare, contramão
E era uma alegria, era uma esperança
Era dança e dança
Ou não, ou não, ou não, ou não, ou não tava perguntado
Eu sou neguinha?
Eu sou neguinha?
Eu sou neguinha?
Eu tava rezando ali completamente
Um crente, uma lente, era uma visão
Totalmente terceiro sexo
Totalmente terceiro mundo
Terceiro milênio carne nua, nua, nua, nua, nua, nua, nua
Era tão gozado
Era um trio elétrico, era fantasia
Escola de samba na televisão
Cruz no fim do túnel, becos sem saída
E eu era a saída, melodia, meio-dia, dia, dia
Era o que eu dizia: Eu sou neguinha?
Mas via outras coisas
Via o moço forte
E a mulher macia den'da escuridão
Via o que é visível, via o que não via
O que a poesia e a profecia não veem
Mas veem, veem, veem, veem, veem
É o que parecia
Que as coisas conversam
Coisas surpreendentes
Fatalmente erram, acham solução
E que o mesmo signo que eu tenho ler e ser
É apenas um possível ou impossível em mim
Em mim, em mil, em mil, em mil
E a pergunta vinha
Eu sou neguinha?
Eu sou neguinha?
Am I a Little Black Girl?
I was leaning, saw my guitar
In the white square, video cardboard
I was the enigma, a question mark
Look what a thing, more than a trivial thing
Good, good, good, good, good
I was with grace
I was there by chance, it was nothing
Mulatto butt, cowboy muscle
I was in Madureira, I was in Bahia
In Beaubourg, in the Bronx, in Brás
And I and I and I and I
Asking myself: Am I a little black girl?
It was a message, I read a message
It seems silly, but it wasn't
I couldn't decipher it, I couldn't
But that was going and I was going, and I was going, and I was going, and I was going
I wondered: Was it a hippie gesture, a strange drawing?
Men working, stop, against the flow
And it was a joy, it was a hope
It was dance and dance
Or not, or not, or not, or not, I wasn't asking
Am I a little black girl?
Am I a little black girl?
Am I a little black girl?
I was praying there completely
A believer, a lens, it was a vision
Totally third sex
Totally third world
Third millennium naked flesh, naked, naked, naked, naked, naked, naked
It was so funny
It was an electric trio, it was fantasy
Samba school on television
Cross at the end of the tunnel, dead-end alleys
And I was the way out, melody, noon, day, day
It was what I said: Am I a little black girl?
But I saw other things
I saw the strong man
And the soft woman from the darkness
I saw what is visible, I saw what I didn't see
What poetry and prophecy don't see
But they see, they see, they see, they see, they see
It's what it seemed
That things talk
Surprising things
Fatal errors, find solutions
And that the same sign that I have to read and be
Is just a possible or impossible in me
In me, in a thousand, in a thousand, in a thousand
And the question came
Am I a little black girl?
Am I a little black girl?