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The mason from the Nordeste slaves away with no rest builds pools and mansions embellished like gardens but he and his own have no roof to call home To this city we come and end up in a slum we build lovely villas with doors and windows but once we've painted the place they slam the door in our face Here, all the Nordestinos are nicknamed "Baianos" but I came here to fight to get a job in sight they may tell spiteful tales but my art never fails I and my partner my chum, Edezel Pereira have spent 22 years with our weird guitars defending the future of our Nordestino culture With or without a mate in São Paulo I feel great like me, many a half-caste arrives from the Nordeste tho' São Paulo takes your shirt you can rise out of the dirt Some dig like moles and hide deep in their holes some walk only by night to keep out of sight and some drown in drink 'til they finally sink São Paulo may thrill you but its sadness can kill you some have a tear in their eyes others stifle their cries some live in fine villas others suffer in favelas I've a place down in Mocó no window, door or patio by dusk, I got a few cents by dawn, my dough's all spent so I come sing in the square for a future we can share Today I woke in song drank a coffee real strong took my adored guitar that I carry near and far to sing "Saudade for the Future" for a film in which I feature Sextilha João Cabeleira & Edezel Pereira |
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