Lyrics of Água de Meninos - Gilberto Gil

Água de Meninos (original)

Na minha terra, Bahia
Entre o mar e a poesia
Tem um porto, Salvador
As ladeiras da cidade
Descem das nuvens pro mar
E num tempo que passou
Toda a cidade descia
Vinha pra feira comprar
Água de Meninos
Quero morar
Quero rede e tangerina
Quero peixe desse mar
Quero vento dessa praia
Quero azul, quero ficar
Com a moça que chegou
Vestida de rendas, ô
Vinda de Taperoá
Por cima da feira, as nuvens
Atrás da feira, a cidade
Na frente da feira, o mar
Atrás do mar, a marinha
Atrás da marinha, o moinho
Atrás do moinho, o governo
Que quis a feira acabar
Dentro da feira, o povo
Dentro do povo, a moça
Dentro da moça, a noiva
Vestida de rendas, ô
Abre a roda pra sambar
Moinho da Bahia queimou
Queimou, deixa queimar
Abre a roda pra sambar
A feira nem bem sabia
Se ia pro mar ou sumia
E nem o povo queria
Escolher outro lugar
Enquanto a feira não via
A hora de se mudar
Tocaram fogo na feira
Ah, me diga, minha sinhá
Pra onde correu o povo
Pra onde correu a moça
Vinda de Taperoá
Água de Meninos chorou
Caranguejo correu pra lama
Saveiro ficou na costa
A moringa rebentou
Dos olhos do barraqueiro
Muita água derramou
Água de Meninos acabou
Quem ficou foi a saudade
Da noiva dentro da moça
Vinda de Taperoá
Vestida de rendas, ô
Abre a roda pra sambar
Moinho da Bahia queimou
Queimou, deixa queimar
Abre a roda pra sambar

(translation)

In my land, Bahia
Between the sea and poetry
It has a port, Salvador
The sides of the city
Down from the clouds to the sea
And in a time that has passed
The whole city went down
I came to the fair to buy
Boys' water
I want to live
I want hammock and tangerine
I want fish from this sea
I want wind from this beach
I want blue, I want to stay
With the girl who arrived
Dressed in lace, oh
Coming from Taperoá
Over the fair, the clouds
Behind the fair, the city
In front of the fair, the sea
Behind the sea, the navy
Behind the navy, the mill
Behind the mill, the government
Who wanted the fair to end
Within the fair, the people
Within the people, the girl
Inside the girl, the bride
Dressed in lace, oh
Open the wheel to samba
Bahia mill burned
Burn, let it burn
Open the wheel to samba
Fair didn't even know
Would go to the sea or disappear
And not even the people wanted
choose another place
While the fair did not see
The time to move
They set fire on
Oh, tell me, my sinhá
Where did the people go
Where did the girl go
Coming from Taperoá
Water from Boys cried
Crab ran to mud
Sloop stayed on the coast
The moringa burst
From the eyes of the barracks
a lot of water spilled
Water for Boys is over
Who stayed was the longing
The bride inside the girl
Coming from Taperoá
Dressed in lace, oh
Open the wheel to samba
Bahia mill burned
Burn, let it burn
Open the wheel to samba