Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song lo-fi dreams - los sebosos postizos, artist - Nação Zumbi. Album song Rádio S.amb.a, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 20.06.2000
Record label: Sterns
Song language: Portuguese
lo-fi dreams - los sebosos postizos(original) |
Mas eu levei uma pernada |
De um morto-vivo |
Embaixo dum arvoredo |
Em cima do limo |
Eu tava sem assunto |
E eles foram embora |
Quando me veio um assunto |
Encontrei a caipora |
Calculadora na mão |
Contando as sugestas |
Que aplicava todo dia |
Essa era a sua função |
Lá, lá, lá |
A joyfull noise |
Came into my window |
Something like a new brazilian style |
Bringing this explosion |
Around me head |
It was a great moment |
Fat beats, dry and strong |
My room is so high now |
Like a nightmare |
Lá, lá, lá |
E são colagens de imagens vivas |
Estou dançando enquanto sonhando |
Cheguei numa esquina toda colorida |
Estava tudo tão claro |
Aceso, tão vivo |
Cheirando a tinta fresca |
Era coisa nova |
Só que no baque arrodeio |
Disfarço, reparto, completo, arrumo |
Desmancho, recorto e sampleio, sampleio… sampleio |
Lá, lá, lá |
Somebody makes me favorite beats |
Last night what we’re trying to do |
Was build a new sound |
And now we are hungry for listen this |
We are not responsable for damage speakers |
Another level, other flavor |
Do the androids dreams with eletric tropics? |
Baptize the beat |
In a brazilian sambadelic excursion |
Can you hear me? |
(4x) |
When the beat is side be side of the rhyme |
From the underground of the mud |
To play your mind, to talk inside |
Then I show you what you want to find |
When the beat is side be side of the rhyme |
From the underground of the mud |
To play your mind, to talk inside |
Then I show you what you want to find |
It’s a frantic situation (4x) |
It’s a mad, mad maracatu (2x) |
Son Los Sebosos Postizos |
Que controlan la radio en el mundo |
Lo-Fi dream (3x) |
(translation) |
But I took a leg |
From an undead |
under a tree |
On top of the slime |
I was out of topic |
And they left |
When a subject came to me |
I found the caipora |
calculator in hand |
Counting the suggestions |
that applied every day |
That was his role |
there, there, there |
A joyfull noise |
Came into my window |
Something like a new Brazilian style |
Bringing this explosion |
Around me head |
It was a great moment |
Fat beats, dry and strong |
My room is so high now |
Like a nightmare |
there, there, there |
And they are collages of living images |
I'm dancing while dreaming |
I arrived at a colorful corner |
it was all so clear |
lit, so alive |
Smelling the fresh paint |
it was new thing |
But in the thud I surround |
Disguise, share, complete, tidy |
Dismantling, cutting and sampling, sampling... sampling |
there, there, there |
Somebody makes me favorite beats |
Last night what we're trying to do |
Was build a new sound |
And now we are hungry for listen this |
We are not responsible for damage speakers |
Another level, another flavor |
Do the androids dreams with electric tropics? |
Baptize the beat |
In a brazilian sambadelic excursion |
Can you hear me? |
(4x) |
When the beat is side be side of the rhyme |
From the underground of the mud |
To play your mind, to talk inside |
Then I show you what you want to find |
When the beat is side be side of the rhyme |
From the underground of the mud |
To play your mind, to talk inside |
Then I show you what you want to find |
It's a frantic situation (4x) |
It's mad, mad maracatu (2x) |
Son Los Sebosos Postizos |
Who control radio in the world |
Lo-Fi dream (3x) |