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From note to note From A to A
From drop to drop of slippery sweat We dance to infinity and back
We plant a life that blossoms
Let yourself be filled with the music that unites us Come with me
Come, come be immune
Because rhythm brings us together Brings us closer
It soothes any pain Makes us alert
From Hip to Hop From Salsa to Rock
We are connected from North to South We are united in the absence of everything else
Mere prisoners of the essence Locked in a cadence
Sharing the same madness
Falling into the rhythm of love Loving from the key of G to A major
Transforming mere beats into bigger sensations
And becoming almost untouchable:
Let yourself be filled with the music that unites us Come with me
Come, come be immune
I heard a song and understood the meaning of love: To love is to dance
To move to the beats of the heart To experience this exalting musicality
And to recite the words of passion
Because the rest doesn’t matter Whom you love or hate
The color of the blood that runs through your veins If you’re a rapper or a poet
From Cabinda or Lisbon What matters is what’s inside
What comes from another’s heart and penetrates you
What matters is the here and now, Even the sound of a Funk song:
Moments become eternal Suffering is eased
Sadness becomes lyrical Wounds are like pantomime
They describe sorrows so sweet to sing about And from a distance I can still touch you…
My heart reaches yours Your feelings become my feelings
Rhythmic miracles happen with every beat Of our heart
And we enjoy moments so sweet!
Life is polyphonic, It’s not monotonic
It teaches us from tone to tone Because it’s good to live, life is loud
When it’s bad, it makes noise But when it’s good, it makes sense
It makes you want to press play again and again To relive everything that was lived
And music is made not only in the studio But also in the darkness
Of intimacy And makes us laugh or cry
Reminding us how sweet it is, how painful To fall in love
It’s the Rebita dance that makes us hold each other It’s the Tarraxinha that leads to so many embraces
It’s the Kuduro that all of us love And don’t know why
It’s the Kilapanga from Popula It’s the Semba, and the Cabetula
It’s the Island mamma that gyrates It’s the Heavy Metal of those people in black
Who just jump in place
It’s the good vibe which we all feel When listening to a sequence of sounds like a revelation
It’s more than beautiful It’s our story
Told by drumbeats In the percussion that announces our destiny
It’s our Anthem.
In music we are united without race With grace
Without straight hair or dreadlocks
No castes, no money, no positions We are united in our obstacles
And we lose ourselves as we sail on
Like microscopic beings Not very logical
Connected only by verse Versifying between the galaxies
Poeticized daily by this perfect lymphatic matrix
That unites the smallest, most distant points And makes them one, lovers
And so we connect stars and comets Particles and comets
Things and beings Men and women
In verse we create a universe: The black hole of atomic symbiosis
Something so large that becomes so small, Cohesive, serene
What unites us is the word, Whether it’s written or spoken,
Cried or sung With expression it becomes eternal
Because it’s the pure human manifestation of brotherhood Of Africanness!
The dispersed society, in intimate music Comes together:
Let yourself be filled with the music that unites us Come with me, come be immune