BR:
Olha que beleza, poder sobrevoar paisagens de nós dois
Sempre com leveza, poder imaginar o que virá depois

Telecoteco será que vamos fazer 
a coisa mais linda do mundo planar
Telecoteco será que vamos saber 
o cume mais alto do mundo alcançar

ENG:

Look how beautiful it is to be able to fly over landscapes of us both
Always with lightness, being able to imagine what will come next

Telecoteco is what we’ll do
To glide over the most beautiful thing in the world
Telecoteco is what we’ll know, reaching the highest peak in the world

BR:
Erô baba mixoro ero mi baba cujadê 
Erô baba mixoro ero mi baba 
Ijexá toca com agogô, toca com atabaque 
toca com coração


foi vovô quem deu lugar ao batuque feito com amor
disse bem erô babá, som madeira ecoa pelo ar
quem cantava transformou cerejeira em boca de tambor 
quem tocava enfeitiçou pé na terra pé de beira mar

ENG:
it was grandpa who made way for drumming made with love
he said well erô babá, the sound of wood echoes through the air
those who sang turned cherry trees into drums
those who played enchanted feet on the ground and by the sea

FR:
Quand mes pensées vont parfois,
Vers des lieux distants

Là ou j’étais autrefois

Je vois palpitant


paraître un pays au-delà du grand océan

paraître des bribes de joie,

de tendresse
je ne pourrai oublier les couleurs,

le vent
les gens, la sérénité,

le
bonheur présent
là-bas
je pouvais ralentir le tempo le temps

je chantais à en ravir la paresse

comme autrefois,

comme autrefois
en douceur

rechercher la cadence
comme autrefois,

comme autrefois
lentement pour trouver résonance



si mon passé quelques fois m’est si apaisant

c’est qu’il recèle l’émoi d’un ailleurs distant


là-bas je savais que l’on peut sourire autrement


je chantais fou de joie, de tristesse



comme autrefois, comme autrefois

en douceur rechercher la cadence
comme autrefois,

comme autrefois
lentement pour trouver résonance

ENG:
When my thoughts go sometimes
To distant places
Where I once was
I see a land
a land beyond the great ocean
brief glimpses of joy, of tenderness
I can't forget the colors, the wind
the people, the serenity, the happiness of the moment
over there I could slow down the tempo of time
I would sing to the joy of idleness

as in days gone by, as in days gone by
gently in search of the cadence
as in days gone by, as in days gone by
slowly to find resonance


if my past is sometimes so soothing to me
it's because it conceals the stirrings of a distant elsewhere
there I knew that one could in a different way
i would sing crazy with joy, with sadness

as in days gone by, as in days gone by
gently in search of the cadence
as in days gone by, as in days gone by
slowly to find resonance