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Carmen Souza - Sodade (Amandio Cabral / Luis Morais e Amandio Cabral)

2010-12-26T19:33:59.000Z

Leverkusener Jazztage Festival 2010

Carmen Souza - Sodade (Amandio Cabral / Luis Morais e Amandio Cabral)

Carmen Souza - vocals

Theo Pas'cal - bass

Jonathan Idiagbonya - piano

Dado Pasqualini -…

MORNA/JAZZ -CARMEN SOUZA - MAGIA CA TEM (PASSIONLESS)

2010-12-18T18:48:39.000Z

Carmen Souza - Voice
Theo Pas'cal - Acoustic Bass
Jonathan Idiagbonya - Piano
Dado Pasqualini - percussion
Recorded at SATELLIT CAFE PARIS-FR

Carmen Souza / Theo Pas'cal

"Following the examples of the empty souls
Little talents, smaller vision
Life is surrounded by themselves"

Magia ca têm, bô paixão já cabá
Num vida qui ca movê mas um dia ê igual
Ê um vida passager
Sem estória pa conta
Ê um vida em branco
Bô ca semeá bô ca colhê
Dia ta cai na mesm procissão
Bô ta corrê detrás de um mund sem rumo sem destino
Onde ninguém crê ouvi
Ca crê pensa
Ca crê da
Ta sigui exempl di vaziu pouco talento, pouco visão
Tud ta rodeá sês vida
Magia ca tem
The human kind has been following blind souls who
Think they finally found the way
Unworried where they stand
They will make their crazy rules
They will state
The should look, the must think
And those who don't cope with are set away
They will be ignored they'll be called the foolish of heart
Regardless of their state of mind
No one has time to stop their empty lives and think what's ahead
Careless of the essence
In the end there is nothing left to say
Their lives will soon fade away
Like dust spread with the wind
Magia ca tem, bô paixão já acaba
Num vida qui ta movê mas um dia ê igual
Ê um vida passager
Sem estória pa conta
Ê um vida em branco
Bô ca semeá bô ca colhê
Dia ta cai na mesm procissão
Bô ta corre detrás de um mund sem rumo sem destino
Onde ninguém crê ouvi
Ca crê pensa
Ca crê da
Ta sigui exempl di vaziu pouco talento, pouco visão
Tud ta rodeá sês vida

(ENGLISH)
The magic is gone, the passion dried out
In a life that moves, your days are all the same
Its a passive life, without stories to tell
Its blank life
You don't plant, you don't sow
Life falls in the same old same
You run after a world without course without destiny
Where no one wants to hear
No one wants to think
No one wants to give
Following the examples of the empty souls
Little talents, smaller vision
Life is surrounded by themselves
Passionless

The human kind has been following blind souls who
Think they finally found the way
Unworried where they stand
They will make their crazy rules
They will state
The should look, the must think
And those who don't cope with are set away
They will be ignored they'll be called the foolish of heart
Regardless of their state of mind
No one has time to stop their empty lives and think what's ahead
Careless of the essence
In the end there is nothing left to say
Their lives will soon fade away
Like dust spread with the wind

The magic is gone, the passion dried out
In a life that moves, your days are all the same
It's a passive life, without stories to tell
It's blank life
You don't plant you don't sow
Life falls in the same old same
You run after a world without course, without destiny
Where no one wants to hear,
No one wants to think,
No one wants to give,
Following the examples of the empty souls
Little talents, smaller vision
Life is surrounded by themselves

CARMEN SOUZA - SONG FOR MY FATHER - PARIS

2010-12-18T18:46:45.000Z

Carmen Souza - Voice, Wurlitzer
Theo Pas'cal - Acoustic Bass
Jonathan Idiagbonya - Piano
Dado Pasqualini - percussion
Recorded at SATELLIT CAFE PARIS-FR

Letra: Carmen Souza, Musica: Horace Silver
VERSION INCLUDED IN CARMEN SOUZA LATEST ALBUM PROTEGID

"The joy of always coming back home after a big trip..."

Ess ê um canção pa nha pai qui passá tud sê vida na mar
Na bord daquês navio
El ta trabalha viaja ta tchora sodade di volta
Ta luta pam vivê

Ma sempre el ta voltá
Chei d' ligria pa dam
Dipôs de tont temp na mar
Nha pai
Ess ê um canção pa exalta sê exempl sê herança pa mim
Força de vontade, carinh
Um vida tud ta luta ta viaja ta conquista tud mund
Note ta parecê sem fim

Ma sempre el ta voltá
Chei d'ligria pa dam
Depôs de tont temp na mar
Nha pai

(ENGLISH)
This is a song for my father that spent His whole life at sea
Aboard those ships
He would work, travel crying His whole way back
Fighting for my life

But he would always come back
Full of joy to give me
After so long at sea
My father
This is a song to exalt His example His legacy
Will and love
A whole life fighting, travelling, conquering the world
Nights seemed endless

But he would always come back
Full of joy to give
After so long at sea
My father

CARMEN SOUZA Leverkusener Jazztage Afrika 2010

2010-12-18T18:44:47.000Z

Carmen Souza Live at Leverkusener Jazztage 2010
Carmen Souza - Voice & Guitar
Theo Pas'cal - Bass
Jonathan Idiagbonya - Piano
Dado Pasqualini - Perc/dr

Lyric: Carmen Souza , Music : Theo Pas'cal
Song included in Protegid & Verdade album

"Afrika is joy, afrika is the red sunset, afrika is a paradise, afrika is sabor sabi...."

Afrika sabor sabi
Rubera ta curri
Rubera di cor vermejo

Na tchada coris ta fundi cu natureza
Calor trazi fogo na céu
Ta labanta, ta curri, curri, ta fla
Cor vermej, sabor sabi
Ê ess terra um
Sol quente Ta brilhá na nha pel
Um quentura ta quecem
Vida nov, mim ta crê
Pa ess terra pa sês gente
Qui ta passa fome necessidade
Afrika
nha mom m'ta estendê
Um natureza qui ta gritá ess riqueza
Nada ninguém pode na bô roubá
Podê estragá
Um cheir, um verde
Um céu, um sol
Qui ta estende, legra tud dia di manha
Quel parais qui el construi pa nôs
No bem legra, no bem juda nos afrika bem
Nos afrika
Criança, mudjeres, mocinhos
Afrika, afrika
Parais
Tont bô tem
Pa mostra, pa ensina
Ilumina ta brilha ness mund
Parais na oceon
Água quente
Dum azul
Qui ta fundi na sê céu
Nha coração ta batê
Afrika, afrika
Ess tesouro, ca perdêl
ca bô tcha esh manda na bô
Deus já bencoob
Pega sê mom
Afrika, parais, cor vermej, sabor sabi.

(ENGLISH)
Taste of Afrika
Rivers flowing
Red rivers flowing
In the mountains the colours fuse with nature
Heat brings fire in the sky
Get up, run, run, talk

Red colour, Good taste
Is this land
A hot sun that shines in my skin
A hot breeze , comforts me

A new life I wish for this land
For its people
That suffer hunger and necessity
Afrika
I reach my hand to you

A nature that screams its richness
Nothing and no one can steal from you
Can't break you
A smell, of green
A sky, a sun
That appears, that rejoices every morning
The paradise that He built for us

Let's remember, let's help our Afrika, Let's go
Our Afrika
Children, women, man

Afrika, Afrika
Paradise
So much you have
To show, to teach
Shine In this world

Paradise in the oceans
warm water
of such blue that fuses with its sky
My heart beats
Afrika, Afrika
This treasure, don't lose it
Don't you let anyone tell you what to do
God has already laid His blessing on you
Hold his hand
Afrika, paradise, red color of sunset, tastes good...