LADAINHAS
author: tico camale�o

MAGIA O MESTRE DOS GRANDES MESTRES ELE � O BERIMBAU ELE TOCA A ANGOLA E TAMB�M REGIONAL CAPOEIRA � POESIA � MAGIA E MUITO MAIS SUA GINGA, SUA DAN�A � COISA QUE SATISFAZ FOI JOGANDO CAPOEIRA TERMINEI POR CONHECER A RESIST�NCIA DE UM POVO QUE LUTOU PARA VIVER CAMAR� GALO J� CANTOU I�, GALO J� CANTOU CAMAR� VIVA MUTA��ES I�, VIVA MUTA��ES CAMAR� I�, VOLTA DO MUNDO I�, VOLTA DO MUNDO CAMAR�	Magic The master of the great masters Is the Berimbau It plays Angola And also Regional Capoeira is poetry It�s magic and much more Its ginga, its dance Are things which satisfy It was through playing capoeira That I got to know The resistence of a people That fought in order to live, my friend The cock just crowed I�, the cock just crowed, my friend I�, Long live Muta��es I�, Long live Muta��es, my friend I�, around the world I�, around the world, my friend
FAVELA: RES�DUO HUMANO QUANDO EU PENSO EM IGUALDADE VEJO QUE ELA � UMA ILUS�O NAS FAVELAS DESTE MUNDO EU S� VEJO A EXPLORA��O OS OPER�RIOS SE ACABAM TRABALHANDO, MEU IRM�O N�O SABE O QUE � LAZER TENDO QUE SOFRER EM V�O � VERDADE MEU COLEGA, VEJA QUE TRISTE ILUS�O: TRABALHAR DE DIA � NOITE PR� PODER COMPRAR O P�O NOSSOS FIILHOS SEM ESCOLA SEM ABRIGO E SEM PERD�O, QUANDO EU ENCARO A REALIDADE, EU N�O TENHO OP��O. O MEU CANTO � S� LAMENTO QUE VEM DO MEU CORA��O I� VIVA MEU DEUS I� VIVA MEU DEUS CAMAR� VIVA MUTA��ES I� VIVA MUTA��ES CAMAR�	Ghetto: Human Waste When I think about equality I see it�s an illusion In the guettos of this world I see only exploitation The workers exhaust themselves Working, my friend They don�t know what leisure is Having to suffer in vain It�s true, my friend, See what a sad illusion:: To have to work day and night To be able to buy bread Our children without schools Without shelters, without pardon When I face reality, I don�t have any option. My song is only a lamentation That comes from my heart I� Long live God I� Long live God, my friend Long live Muta��es I� Long live Muta��es, my friend.
CIDAD�O DO MUNDO MEU IRM�OZINHO DE CAPOEIRA OU�A BEM COM ATEN��O O PLANETA QUE VIVEMOS TODO ELE � UMA NA��O NA �FRICA OU NO BRASIL NA R�SSIA OU NO JAP�O NESTE MUNDO DE MEU DEUS O QUE VALE � A UNI�O CAPOEIRA � UM JOGO PR� MENINO, HOMEM E MULHER S� N�O JOGA CAPOEIRA QUEM N�O SABE OU QUEM N�O QUER VOU VIVENDO NESTE MUNDO SEM P�TRIA E SEM PATR�O A CAPOEIRA � UMA LUTA QUE SURGIU DA OPRESS�O A CAPOEIRA � CULTURA QUE SURGIU DA ESCRAVID�O A CAPOEIRA � POESIA QUE NASCE DO CORA��O VIVA MUTA��ES I� VIVA MUTA��ES CAMAR� � VOLTA DO MUNDO I� VOLTA DO MUNDO CAMAR�	World Citizen My little brother in capoeira Listen carefully The planet we live on All of it is a single nation In Africa or in Brazil In Russia or Japan In this, God�s, world What has value is union. Capoeira is a game For children, men and women The only ones who don�t play capoeira Are those who don�t know how or don�t want to I�m living in this world Without homeland or boss Capoeira is a fight Which came out of oppression Capoeira is a culture That came out of slavery Capoeira is poetry That is born from the heart Long live Muta��es I� Long live Muta��es, my friend. I� around the world I� around the world, my friend
IDADE DE BRINCAR I� BATAM PALMAS VAMOS CANTAR O BERIMBAU EST� TOCANDO A RODA VAI COME�AR QUANDO ERA BEM PEQUENO NA IDADE DE BRINCAR ME LEVARAM PARA ESCOLA FUI FOR�ADO A ESTUDAR DEPOIS EU FUI CRESCENDO A ESCOLA ABANDONEI PARA ESTUDAR A VIDA N�O TENHO QUE FALAR INGL�S N�O IMPORTA SER DOUTOR VARREDOR OU JARDINEIRO O QUE IMPORTA NESSA VIDA � SER DONO DE SI MESMO EU N�O GOSTO DA FALSA ESCOLA MAS EU GOSTO � DO ESTUDO ESTUDANDO A GENTE APRENDE MUITA COISA NESTE MUNDO � HORA � HORA I� � HORA � HORA CAMAR�	Age for Playing I� Clap your hands We�re going to sing The berimbau is playing The roda is about to start When I was very small At the age for playing They took me to school I was forced to study Then as I grew up I abandoned school In order to study life I don�t have to speak English It doesn�t matter whether you�re doctor A street-sweeper or a gardener What matters in this life Is to be master of yourself I don�t like the false school But I like to study Studying, we learn A lot of things in this world It�s time, it�s time I� It�s time, it�s time my friend
O SOL NASCE PARA TODOS I� � MEU IRM�O VALENTE N�O EXISTE N�O... VOC� N�O RECONHECE A AMIZADE DE UM IRM�O PORQUE TANTA VIOL�NCIA TANTO �DIO NO CORA��O. VOC� QUE � MUITO VALENTE MAS TEM MEDO NO CORA��O O INIMIGO DO VALENTE � ELE MESMO QUE � BOB�O. SE VOC� N�O ENTENDEU OU�A BEM COM ATEN��O, � CHEGADO O MOMENTO DA CAPOEIRA DAR AS M�OS, PR� LUTAR CONTRA A MIS�RIA, FOME E OPRESS�O I�, VIVA MEU DEUS I�, VIVA MEU DEUS CAMAR�	The Sun Rises for Everyone I� � my brother There�s no such thing as a brave person... You don�t recognize the friendship Of a brother Why so much violence S� much hate in the heart? You who are very brave But have fear in your heart The enemy of the braze man Is he himself who is a big dummy If you don�t understand this Listen carefully The moment has comeBR> For capoeiristas to link hands To fight against misery, Hunger and oppression I�, long live my god I�, long live my god, my friend
MERA FIC��O I� SENHORES DO EXECUTIVO, DO LEGISLATIVO E JUDICI�RIO EU T� CANSADO DE ILUS�O... EU SOU FILHO DE OPER�RIO NESSE VELHO MUNDO C�O. NA HORA DOS GRANDES BANQUETES OS PODEROSOS COMEM O TRIGO O JOIO � DISTRIBUIDO PARA ESSE POVO ADORMECIDO. VAMOS REPARTIR O TRIGO E ACORDAR ESSE GIGANTE. LIBERDADE � CONQUISTADA N�O SE PEDE A GOVERNANTE.	Mere Fiction I� Ladies and Gentlemen of the Executive The Legislative and the Judiciary I�m tired of illusions... I�m the child of a worker In this old dog of a world When it�s time for the big feasts The powerful eat the wheat The chaff is distributed To the sleeping masses Let�s divide up the wheat And wake up this giant Freedom must be won Not begged from the ruler