Temas con los que vivo hoy sin parar

One day i had to leave my country, calm beach and palm tree...
That day i couldn't even cry
And i forgot that outside there would be other men
But today, but today, but today, i don't know why
I feel a little more blue than then
The day carmen miranda died
They put a photograph in the magazine
Her dead mouth with red lipstick smiled
And people cried, i was about ten
But today, but today, but today, i don't know why
I feel a little more blue than then…
One morning they came around to take to jail
I smiled at them and said – all right
But alone in that same day's nigth i cried and cried again
But today, but today, but today, i don't know why
I feel a little more blue than then…
One night i saw a mexican film
These twin brothers tryed to kill each other
She opened her arms and got two bullets
And died sweetly without a sigh
But tonight, but tonight, but tonight, i don't know why
I feel a little more blue than then
One day i went down to the underground but
I missed the last train
And now that i'm just looking around
I feel a little more blue than then
Looking around…
I don’t know why
I feel a little more blue than then…

If you hold a stone, hold it in your hand
If you feel the weight, you’ll never be late
To understand
But if you hold the stone, hold it in your hand
If you feel the weight, you’ll never be late
To understand

If you hold a stone, marinheiro só
Hold it in your hand, marinheiro só
If you feel the weight, marinheiro só
you’ll never be late, marinheiro só
To understand…

Mas eu não sou daqui
Marinheiro só
Eu não tenho amor
Eu sou da Bahia
De São Salvador
Eu não vim aqui
Para ser feliz
Cadê meu sol dourado
E cadê as coisas do meu país

Everybody knows that our cities were built to be destroyed
You get annoyed, you buy a flat, you hide behind the mat
But I know she was born to do everything wrong whith all of that
Maria Bethânia, please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Bethânia
Please send me a letter I wish to know things are getting better

She has given her soul to the devil but the devil gave his soul to God
Before the flood, after the blood, before you can see
She has given her soul to the devil and bought a flat by the sea
Maria Bethânia, please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Bethânia
Please send me a letter I wish to know things are getting better

Everybody knows that it’s so hard to dig and get to the root
You eat the fruit, you go ahead, you wake up on your bed
But I love her face ‘cause it has nothing to do with all I said