BR:
Erô baba mixoro ero mi baba cujadê 
Erô baba mixoro ero mi baba 
Ijexá toca com agogô, toca com atabaque 
toca com coração


foi vovô quem deu lugar ao batuque feito com amor
disse bem erô babá, som madeira ecoa pelo ar
quem cantava transformou cerejeira em boca de tambor 
quem tocava enfeitiçou pé na terra pé de beira mar

ENG:
it was grandpa who made way for drumming made with love
he said well erô babá, the sound of wood echoes through the air
those who sang turned cherry trees into drums
those who played enchanted feet on the ground and by the sea

I get lost,
On Memory Lane,
That old street,
Always the same,
Every time I’m passing by the place is ageing,
But it takes me back -
In time I travel,
Down that road my mind unravels,
Til I am lost,
On Memory Lane,
Finding myself again.

Too many journeys to remember,
Déjà vu is nothing new,
It could be summer or December,
Though I know where I am,
Guess I never looked hard,
At the back of my hand.

That’s why I’m lost,
On Memory Lane,
Trying to ignite,
Some old flame,
Every time I’m passing by the place keeps ageing,
Oh, but it takes me back -
In time I travel,
Down that road my mind unravels,
Til I am lost,
On Memory Lane,
Just finding myself,
Yeah I’m just finding myself,
I don’t need nobody else,
Gonna go find myself,
Find myself on Memory Lane.