Fantasiada eu vou
De colombina ou Mulher-Maravilha

Mas seja do que for
Eu vou cair nessa folia eu vou

De Sacy-Pererê, de astronauta ou d'Yemanja
Eu quero um beijo quero um sacolejo

Quero pisar nesse chão
Eu quero um beijo quero um sacolejo

Ninguem me segura não

It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…

I’m juggling with 3 hearts in my hands
2 will fall and I guess 1 will stand
No one knows how long I can pretend
No one knows if this game ever ends

My heart bounces again
Damages in sight

Will I ever bend?
I wonder if I might

I’ll have to set my 3 hearts on fire
This is a dizzy trick in a weird fair
And around me curious people gather
They drool when hearts do burn in the air

My heart dances again
Damages in sight

Will I ever bend?
I wonder if I might

One day if you don’t mind
I’ll take you underground
Where the freaks dance around
Under the vaults of a forgotten cave

There’ll be crazy bands
Acting extremely strangely
There might be monster gangs
Who knows what arises when you’re open to change?

And we’ll be sliding in the dark
With magnifying glasses
It all seems to be so stark
But we love seedy places

And this black will be as bright
As the rays of the sunlight
And the colours of their smiles
Will paint our lips in mauve
And I’ll stop holding back
Those words I love you

A flood of words will gush up
We’ll speak and speak endlessly
We’ll fill our eyes with passion
Under the vaults of the forgotten cave

Lifted up by the moment
Overwhelmed with emotions
Our hearts will skip a few beats
Who knows what arises when you’re open to change?

I know your heart is different
You don’t resemble what you are
So one day if you don’t mind
I’d like to take you underground

Where the black will be as bright
As the rays of the sunlight
And the colours of the smiles
Will paint our lips in mauve
And I’ll stop holding

Those words I love you

The legend of the marvellous
Journeys and heroic deeds
The many adventures
Of Prince Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Begins with the tale of his insidious mother

Militrisa Kirtiervna
Plotted the death
Of her husband
Tsar Guidon
So she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threw
Bova into a dungeon
Militrisa’s maternal heart
Was deeply touched

The mighty Bogatyr
And so she helped Bova to escape

His two great powers:
Unparalleled strength
And unearthly beauty
Enabled him
To defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:
Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna

He then married her
And he too became a Tsar
They had a son
Whom they also called Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Ends with the tale of his handsome boy

Bova the elder
When his son grew up
Returned home
Craving for revenge
He beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place

Good bye
Farewell

Today I leave
I can take a plane to anywhere
I wonder where you are and if you care

I think I’ll go to Salta
A city located in
Argentina
I was told there is a Moon Valley
You might be sleeping there wearily

I’d wake you up with a kiss you’d be my magical dream

Life is quite curious
Love is fairly vicious
I’m kind of hilarious
All the time

That’s my remedy
To this huge comedy
I laugh and I pee
On the time
And I walk on space
To ward off my silly fate

If you’re not in Salta
I’ll move up to South Bolivia

To Uyuni
You might be waiting on l’Isla Del Sol
Sitting on a giant cactus tree

And if I don’t find you there
I will take a chance on the

Easter Island
It all comes down to magic over there
It’s full of stones and undiscovered caves

There’ll be a gentle spirit to interfere