Berimbau, what a sound
33 degrees Celsius at ten o’clock in the night, berimbau
Tom Jobim, how fragile the singer’s voice
can be, berimbau, wine too warm
there’s liquor, lees, leather in my mouth
oak too, berimbau what a sound
who is calling, Yemayá, what a sound
in the sea, under the sea, in the movement of tectonic plates
Berimbau, how is it woman, how are you?
 
Toast to you, heat wave
how this sweat ruins the hairdo
berimbau, almost zen, in Chartres
the druids drew onto the rock
a labyrinth, berimbau, a labyrinth
it is so that into yourself you go
through mistakes, berimbau, what a sound?
Is the sea calling or Yemayá?
 
A dolphin jumps and
passes our boat too slow
my friend, that is enough
Berimbau, what a wine
berimbau, what a spirit
berimbau, how back and forth
the stone is falling, you can’t
inhale in secret
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