Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bahia Blues , by - Pitty. Song from the album Matriz, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 25.04.2019
Record label: Deck
Song language: Portuguese
Bahia Blues(original) |
| Cresci na ladeira do prata |
| Andei no campo da pólvora |
| Rodei pela barroquinha |
| O bar do pai, a boemia |
| A mãe secretária na sapataria |
| A reza da escola todo santo dia |
| Medalha de santo pra boa menina |
| Cantina da lua, lá no terreiro |
| E a sinergia da rosário dos pretos |
| Moeda jogada no poço em Nazaré, faz pedido |
| Menina pediu pra se encontrar |
| Nunca é tarde demais |
| Pra voltar pro azul que só tem lá |
| Eu vim de lá |
| Eu vim de lá, baby |
| Eu vim de lá, mas não posso mais voltar |
| Costa azul, energia adolescente |
| Corpo, mente, em ebulição |
| As gangs, os boys, as minas, os tchus |
| E finalmente, o violão |
| Furdunço na roda de pogo |
| Calor acolhedor do Calypso |
| Lapa na madruga é pra quem tem coragem |
| E pra quem sente que nasceu pra isso |
| Carranca na cara, coturno no pé |
| Agreste feito mandacaru |
| E o rio vermelho me carregou |
| Cada viela, cada beco me levou |
| Prum quarto dos fundos em salvador |
| (Carcará quis explorar) |
| Retirante cultural da seca do meu lugar |
| E pra quem nasceu de asa, o pecado é não voar |
| Nunca é tarde demais |
| Pra voltar pro azul que só tem lá |
| Eu vim de lá |
| Eu vim de lá, baby |
| Eu vim de lá, mas não posso mais voltar |
| Eu vim de lá |
| Eu vim de lá, baby |
| Eu vim de lá e agora eu posso voltar |
| (translation) |
| I grew up on the silver slope |
| I walked in the gunpowder field |
| I rode through the baroque |
| The father's bar, abohemia |
| The secretary mother in the shoe store |
| The school prayer every single day |
| Saint Medal for the Good Girl |
| Canteen of the moon, there in the yard |
| And the synergy of the black rosary |
| Coin thrown into well in Nazaré, make request |
| Girl asked to meet |
| Never is too late |
| To go back to the blue that's only there |
| I came from there |
| I came from there, baby |
| I came from there, but I can't go back |
| Blue coast, teenage energy |
| Body, mind, boiling |
| The gangs, the boys, the minas, the chus |
| And finally, the guitar |
| Furdunço on the pogo wheel |
| Calypso's cozy warmth |
| Lapa at dawn is for those who have the courage |
| And for those who feel they were born for this |
| Frown on the face, boots on the foot |
| Rugged made mandacaru |
| And the red river carried me |
| Every alley, every alley took me |
| For a back room in Salvador |
| (Carcará wanted to explore) |
| Cultural retreatant from the drought of my place |
| And for those born with wing, the sin is not to fly |
| Never is too late |
| To go back to the blue that's only there |
| I came from there |
| I came from there, baby |
| I came from there, but I can't go back |
| I came from there |
| I came from there, baby |
| I came from there and now I can go back |