Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bahia Blues, artist - Pitty. Album song Matriz, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 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 |