It’s like a dream an illusion
A wonderfull story you can’t remind
You’re the kind who don’t believe in the future
I am the one who’s stuck in the past

It’s a different view from a different point
Feelings you won’t let Inside
I am here for you but you’re not ready for Two
Standing behind waiting a sign

Chained heart chained
And we will be heart chained
Is it all we need to live together in a way
After all we’ve crossed we need to rest an be safe

It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t follow the Stream
Wind blows and shapes a new wave
I am here with you as long as you want to
Guiding your steps along this way

The sun will rise, the sun will rise in this eternal life again
The sun will rise, the sun will rise in this eternal life again

Ta na poeira nao ta, ta onde for
Ta na poeira nao ta, ta onde for

Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueira
Nosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira

Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeira
Belo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira

Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheira
Vira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira

Funk liberado sem receio sem barreira
Pelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira

Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerrado
Vira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado

Povo destemido de miséria ta cercado
Belo povo colorido da mistura derivado

Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxado
Nosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado

Povo emputecido com destino complicado
Pelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado

Como não recordar de nós dois, quanta saudade
Tantas lembranças tão antigas tão presentes
Que não posso esquecer, como poderia
Nao tem jeito não

Mesmo se eu quisesse renegar, anos depois
Cada passo lado a lado
Cada laço assim atado
Eu não poderia deslembrar jamais

Tem jeito não
Tempo passou pra nós dois
Mas ficou um gosto bom
Tempos depois pra nós dois

Tempo bom que passou
Que passou que ficou

It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…