O Surdo
Alcione
The Drum
Friend, what an irony of this life
You cry on the street
To make my people cheer up
I hit you hard
And inside my chest, a pain destroys me
But you understand me and say that a love hit doesn’t hurt
I hit you hard
And inside my chest, a pain destroys me
But you understand me and say that a love hit doesn’t hurt
My drum, it seems absurd
But you listen to me way more than the friends at the bar
Don’t let the pain hurt you more
Because, with your beat
I put an end to my tears and start to sing
My drum, I hit your skin hard
I only hear your cry
As the applause comes to comfort
Friend, what an irony of this life
You cry on the street
To make my people cheer up
I hit you hard
And inside my chest, a pain destroys me
But you understand me and say that a love hit doesn’t hurt
I hit you hard
And inside my chest, a pain destroys me
But you understand me and say that a love hit doesn’t hurt
My drum, old friend and companion
From the street and the yard, from samba circles and loneliness
Don’t let me, worn out from exhaustion
Neglect this embrace
And break the rhythm of my heart’s beat
Friend, what an irony of this life
You cry on the street
To make my people cheer up
I hit you hard
And inside my chest, a pain destroys me
But you understand me and say that a love hit doesn’t hurt
I hit you hard
And inside my chest, a pain destroys me
But you understand me and say that a love hit doesn’t hurt