Tá Aê

Wave, take me to Cape Verde
Before, bathe me in Salvador
Sacred water for my thirst
Inspiration in the drum's gourd

Wave, take me to the island of Cuba
I want the maracas and the rumba from there
Kingdom, Mandinga, children of Gandhi
There's foundation in your Ijexá

There it is, so that it may be understood, man
At once, swing resides in the ancestral
Malês and Tuaregs are from your cord
They are kings playing in your carnival

Wave, take me to Cape Verde
Before, bathe me in Salvador
Sacred water for my thirst
Inspiration in the drum's gourd

Wave, take me to the island of Cuba
I want the maracas and the rumba from there
Kingdom, Mandinga, children of Gandhi
There's foundation in your Ijexá

There it is, so that it may be understood, man
At once, swing resides in the ancestral
Malês and Tuaregs are from your cord
They are kings playing in your carnival

There it is, so that it may be understood, man
At once, swing resides in the ancestral
Malês and Tuaregs are from your cord
They are kings playing in your carnival

There it is, so that it may be understood, man
At once, swing resides in the ancestral
Malês and Tuaregs are from your cord
They are kings playing in your carnival