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Bebel Gilberto - Samba Da Bencao (Samba Of Blessing)


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Awesome song imho...I love this version

 

Composed by Vinicius De Moraes-RIP 

 

 

 

 

 

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bebel_Gilberto

 

 

It's better to be happy than to be sad

Joy is the best thing that exists

It's like the light inside the heart.

 

However, for writing a beautiful samba, it is required a lot of sadness otherwise you can't do it.

Writing a samba is not telling a joke And those who write sambas like these aren't worth it

 

The good samba is a kind of prayer Because samba is the sadness that moves you

And the sadness always hopes

One day not being sad anymore.

 

Add some love to a pace And you shall see

that nobody in the world can beat The beauty contained in a samba

 

Because the samba was born there in Bahia

And if today it's white regarding its poetry

It's too black in its heart.

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Aganju - Orisha (African - Catholic  Sincretism) Deity

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Salvador da Bahia, the black heart of Brazil (almost 90% are black and mulatto) there's the Dique do Tororo'  aka the lake of Orishas...I saw it....Interesting indeed

 

 

https://www.tripadvisor.com/LocationPhotoDirectLink-g303272-d312306-i36443884-Dique_de_Tororo-Salvador_State_of_Bahia.html

 

 

Aganju

 

I waited your image to magnify in the moonlight.

I saw a comfortable chair and sat I tasted your love, and fell in love with it

or I crossed your way and got stuck on you

I stayed at the mist and caught a cold I liked you,

you hit my heart/me Devastated my heart, made me hot

You ripped my clothes off and I liked it And you swore me words of God Aganjú Aganjú Aganjú The one, who well knows to carry out the toil well knows how hard it is to work for earning the bread and to bring home the supply to live I found the question when outdoors I felt totally in abandon I will pray for never losing this structure you are.

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