Reconvexo

I am the rain that throws the sand from the Sahara
Over the cars of Rome
I am the mermaid that dances, the fearless Iara
Water and leaf from the Amazon

I am the shadow of the voice of the matriarch of Black Rome
You can't catch me, you can't even see me
My sound blinds you, square, who are you?

Who didn't feel the swing of Henri Salvador
Who didn't follow Olodum shaking Pelô
And who didn't laugh at Andy Warhol's laughter
Who didn't, who didn't, and didn't even say no

I am the strong African-American man
With a gold earring in the ear
I am the flower of the first music
The oldest, newest sword and its cut

I am the smell of desperate books, I am Gita Gogóia
Your eye looks at me, but can't reach me
I have no choice, square, I will discard

Who didn't pray the novena of Dona Canô
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Who didn't love the subtle elegance of Bobô
Who is not concave and cannot be convex

I am the rain that throws the sand from the Sahara
Over the cars of Rome
I am the mermaid that dances, the fearless Iara
Water and leaf from the Amazon

I am the shadow of the voice of the matriarch of Black Rome
You can't catch me, you can't even see me
My sound blinds you, square, who are you?

Who didn't feel the swing of Henri Salvador
Who didn't follow Olodum shaking Pelô
And who didn't laugh at Andy Warhol's laughter
Who didn't, who didn't, and didn't even say no

I am the strong African-American man
With a gold earring in the ear
I am the flower of the first music
The oldest, newest sword and its cut

I am the smell of desperate books, I am Gita Gogóia
Your eye looks at me, but can't reach me
I have no choice, square, I will discard

Who didn't pray the novena of Dona Canô
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Who didn't love the subtle elegance of Bobô
Who is not concave and cannot be convex

Who didn't pray the novena of Dona Canô
Who didn't follow the beggar Joãozinho Beija-Flor
Who didn't love the subtle elegance of Bobô
Who is not concave and cannot be convex