Yes, Zé Manés
A atmosfera
zera e geografia: eu ouço na Bahia sons
de Georgia on my mind,
Miles na baixada,
Bailes e a subida
do Pão de Açúcar
duca a loura num hi-fi.
Oh, someday you'll come,
moonlight, haikai,
ali no angu do Gomes,
cara tara,
wickbold noves,
pringle pop engovs,
Mistmust o amor dos pobres:
tô correndo atrás de uns cobres pra comprar
presente pra você, my love,
Contigo eu sei que sou,
I know, my soul,
Romário em frente ao gol,
sem vintém,
be my guest, moroless,
igual a Porgy and Bess.
Yes, Zé Manés
The atmosphere
clears and geography: I hear in Bahia sounds
of Georgia on my mind,
Miles in the lowlands,
Dances and the climb
of Sugarloaf
with the blonde on a hi-fi.
Oh, someday you'll come,
moonlight, haiku,
over in Gomes' stew,
man, oh man,
wickbold nines,
Pringle pop engovs,
Mist must the love of the poor:
I’m running after some change to buy
a gift for you, my love,
With you I know I’m,
I know, my soul,
Romário in front of the goal,
without a dime,
be my guest, moron,
same as Porgy and Bess.
Escrita por: Aldir Blanc, Guinga