Notícias de Salvador

May it serve as consolation for us
Lights on, personal catastrophes
May love be able to move
May the smell of gas serve as consolation for us
Able to help us
Mornings, nights, and equal afternoons

It seems like it won't be hot
Maybe you don't like the bracelet
Of Senhor do Bonfim
But send news from Salvador
Send news from Salvador, oh, oh

This is the fate of all of us
Dinner, dessert, wars and peace agreements
Plant, water, harvest
Monosyllables of bad luck, astral hells
And may the mother untie the knot!
Unfazed hummingbird, spins alone

It seems like it won't be hot
Maybe you don't like the bracelet
Of Senhor do Bonfim
But send news from Salvador
Send news from Salvador

May it serve as consolation for us
May it rid us of bad taste
May it serve us, amen