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Caetano Veloso:Podres Poderes/en Lyrics

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TranslationThis is the English translation of "Caetano Veloso:Podres Poderes".
While men exercise their putrid powers
Motorcycles and beetles run the red lights
And miss the green ones
We are such brutes

I wanted to want to scream seven hundred thousand times
How beautiful are, how beautiful are the bourgeois
And the Japanese
But all is much more

Will it be that we will never do more than confirm
The incompetence of the Catholic Americas
That will always need ridiculous tyrants?

Will it be, will it be that it will be
Will it be that this stupid rhetoric of mine
Will have to sound, will have to be heard for more countless years?

While men exercise their putrid powers
Indians and priests and queers, negros and women
And teenagers
Make the carnival

I wanted to want to sing in tune with them
To silence in respect to their trance, in an ecstasy
To be indecent
But everything is very bad

Or every peasant and every foreman
With their stupidity will make too much blood flow
In the wetlands, in the cities, the caatingas
And in the countryside

Will it be that only pascoal hermetisms
And the tones and the mil-tones, his sounds, and his gifts of genius
Save us, will save us from this darkness
And nothing more?

While men exercise their putrid powers
To kill and die from hunger, anger and thirst
Are so often natural gestures

I wanted to bring my vagabond singing
Of those who care for the joy of the world
Digging deeper
Chimes and goods and such

Will it be that we will never do more than confirm
The incompetence of the Catholic Americas
That will always need ridiculous tyrants?

Will it be, will it be that it will be
Will it be that this stupid rhetoric of mine
Will have to sound, will have to be heard for more countless years?

Or every peasant and every foreman
With their stupidity will make too much blood flow
In the wetlands, in the cities, the caatingas
And in the countryside

Will it be that only pascoal hermetisms
And the tones and the mil-tones, his sounds, and his gifts of genius
Save us, will save us from this darkness
And nothing more?

While men exercise their putrid powers
To kill and die from hunger, anger and thirst
Are so often natural gestures

I wanted to bring my vagabond singing
Of those who care for the joy of the world
Digging deeper
Chimes and goods and such
Digging deeper
Chimes and goods and such
Digging deeper
Chimes and goods and such

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