Tropicalia [English translation]

Over my head, the planes

Under my feet, the trucks

Points against the high plains

My nose

I organize the motion

I guide the carnival

I inaugurate the monument

In the central plateau of the country...

Hail the bossa

Sa, sa

Hail the shack

ack, ack, ack, ack...(2x)

The monument

Is made of crépon paper and silver

The mulatto girl's green eyes

Her hair hides

Beyond the green forest

The moonlight from the outback

The monument has no doors

The entrance is an ancient road

Narrow and twisted

And, on her knees, a child

Smiling, ugly and dead

Reaches out his hand...

Hail the forest

est, est

Hail the mulatto

To, to, to, to...(2x)

On the inside patium there's a pool

With water as blue as the ones from Amaralina

Coconut tree, breeze

And northeastern speaking

And headlights

A rose in the right hand

Authenticating everlasting spring

And in the garden vultures stroll

All afternoon long

Between the sunflowers...

Hail Maria

Ia, ia

Hail Bahia

Ia, ia, ia, ia...(2x)

On the left wrist, the bang-bang

Running through the veins

Very little blood

But the heart

Beats a tambourine samba

Emits dissonant chords

Through five thousand loud-speakers

Ladies and gentlemen

He rests his big eyes

On me...

Hail Iracema

Ma, ma

Hail Ipanema

Ma, ma, ma, ma...(2x)

On Sunday, it's the Best of the Bossa

On Monday, he's about the blues

On Tuesday, goes to the countryside

But!

The monument is pretty modern

Didn't say a thing about the design

Of my suit

Damn everything else

My dear!

Damn everything else

My dear!...

Hail the band

and, and

Carmem Miranda

Da, da, da, da...(3x)

• Artist:Caetano Veloso