Capoeira Gerais International

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CAPOEIRA GERAIS INTERNATIONAL

2.MASTER'S SIGNATURE

Author:Master Martins

Every master has experience

What I'm going to tell you

He trains and prepares the student

But you don't win, you just do and lose

Dedicating all your life

Teaching the breed and why

But the student is a created snake

When he grows up, he only thinks about biting

But life has these things

You can't understand

Its pride is to form students

And his is to step on you

It's no use my friend

You can't hide

The more you swear I won't do

More students get attached to you

3.REMEMBERING A PAST

Author: Contra Mestre Bambino

Remembrance of a past

Makes my chest fill with pain

I still remember my father saying

Hide boy here comes the deed

I could barely hear your voice

Making atabaque echo

Captain of the bush is arriving

Prepare my people to fight

Close your body with the strength of Ogun

But put your head on the floor to pray

Manumission you didn't give me

Forgive me, my God, but I'm going to have to fight

The fight that took place there

It's a reason to never forget

I remember the spear from that past

Slave hunter made my father die

Oh mistress oh lord

Now come and get what you took from me, O Lord

Oh mistress oh lord

Come and get what you took from me now (*2)

Close your body with the strength of Ogun

But put your head on the floor to pray

Manumission you didn't give me

Forgive me, my God, but I'm going to have to fight

The fight that took place there

It's a reason to never forget

I remember the spear from that past

Slave hunter made my father die

4. STREET WHEEL

Author:Marquinho Coreba

The past had a lot of history

I wasn't there to see

Another black mandigueiro

You told me and I'll tell you

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for the capoeira street circle in BH

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for Mestre Mão Branca in the street circle in BH

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

Oh, a black man born in Minas who went there to Rio

And learned to play light capoeira

By Mestre Gigante, Negrinho by Sinha

He returned to his homeland, the flying wheel enchanted him

Every Sunday at the fair, in square 7, capoeira played

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for the street circle, Master Dunga was there

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for street circles, Jacaré already played there

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

Dunga, Mão Branca, Reinaldo, Negão

Cobra Mansa to the sound of Berimbau

Cadenced rhythm, malice and evil

Angola and Regional. Dopey flew a Scissor

Mão Branca did a kick in the air

Cobra Mansa no Au without hand

And several Xangôs in the same place

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for the capoeira street circle in BH

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for the street circle, Mr Aranha already played there

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

Chocolate was a blessing

He wore his body with great expression

The mouth was very technical

The meanest guy was Negão

Donizete was in the circle

Singing and playing your berimbau

Half moon with light leg

Your Reinaldo was phenomenal

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for the capoeira street circle in BH

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for the street circle, your heart already played there

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

Every Sunday round

If there was a problem, I would solve it

Leave them both in the gereba break

Around the world they will understand each other

But after Samba de roda it was just joy

There for the Chinese to eat

Capoeira, chat-come, chat-go

Bad time that won't come back

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for the capoeira street circle there in Bh

It was a time of wobble and

It was a bad time

It was time for the street circle, Palo Brasa was there too

5. AT THE SEASIDE

Author:Marquinho Coreba

The wind shook the coconut tree

Shake the sea waves

Capoeira Stories

In my corner I will tell

At the seaside, at the seaside, on the sand

Capoeira I'm going to play

At the seaside, at the seaside, on the sand

I heard the siren song of the sea

At the seaside, at the seaside, on the sand

In the past, in the sugarcane field

I was lazy so I could forget

The whip rocked me

Senzala made me suffer

Today I play in the sand on the beach

Capoeira game at the seaside

Hi, at the touch of São Bento

In Angola's joke

(ref)

I saw wheels in Amaralina

In the port of Barra, in Abaetê

I saw wheels in Itapoan

At Mercado Modelo, on Maré Island

At the seaside, at the seaside, on the sand

Capoeira I'm going to play

At the seaside, at the seaside, on the sand

I want to see black people loitering

At the seaside, at the seaside, on the sand

Around Gingibirra

The person who took Pastinha was Seu Aberrê

Wheel that only had a master

And people stopped to see

8. LOVE OF CAPOEIRA

Author: Professor Eros

It's hard to lose

And even overcome

When love leaves

Makes capoeira cry

She was

Gone away

Hi, where to

I don't know

I just know that

She was

A woman I loved

But then there's the saying

Popular domain

Have a good time or have a bad time

Everyone in the world is a pass

Oh read read Oh read read

Oh read read Oh la la

When love leaves

Makes capoeira cry

Have a good time or have a bad time

Everyone in the world is a pass

Oh read read Oh read read

Oh read read Oh la la

Today I am aware

Of what God gave me

I understood coherently

She was the one who lost me

8.MY PRIDE

Author:Professor Eros

My pride is watching my master play

When he plays it's that euphoria

Seeing so many people wanting to arrive

Oh this is my joy

Don't mess with old people

That he is a mandingo

Don't challenge me, master

It's a lack of respect

Who doesn't have a secret

Can't teach

You have to be a disciple

Who wants the master to arrive

My pride is watching my master play

When he plays it's that euphoria

Seeing so many people wanting to arrive

Oh this is my joy

Brother or friend

A good companion

An always strong father

in all concepts

with master Pastinha

and Master Bimba

will make sacrifices

capoeira living mother

9.AIDÊ NEGRA AFRICANA

Author:Marquinho Coreba

Aidê was a black African,

There was magic in your singing

He had greenish eyes

And knew how to cook,

Sinhozinho was delighted

And with aide he wanted to get married

I said: Aidê, don't get married,

Go to the quilombo to free yourself, aidê!

escape to camugerê (ref)

In the camugere quilombo

Freedom Aidê found

Joined the black brothers,

Discovered a great love

Today aide sings smiling,

She speaks with great praise:

Freedom is priceless,

The black man knows who freed you, Aidê!

escape to camugere (ref)

little lady who said then

I'm going to end the quilombo

If Aidê doesn't marry me,

No one can she marry

escape to camugere (ref)

Arriving in camugere,

Sinhozinho was surprised

The black man showed a gun,

That in the slave quarters developed

The black man won the battle,

And in the quilombo, Sinhozinho died, Aidê!

escape to camugere (ref)

11.HERE HE COMES

Author: André Passarinho

He is a black man who flies

He jumps like a cat

And crawls like a coral snake

He is my master

Look who taught me

And who messes with him?

It always goes wrong

Here he comes, clap for him

Here he comes, clap for him

He is not small

Hi, but it's not that big either

Hi, the wheel is huge

Giant my master

Master there is no equal

And who doesn't have a mandingo?

Hi, but there's no trick either

And in that Wheel it catches

Take it well

For better or for worse

Here he comes, clap for him

Here he comes, clap for him

13.ROÇA DO LOBO

Author:Marquinho Coreba

Bimba students said

That in the past, in Roça do Lobo

Master Bimba taught how to swing

Holding your hand,

Guiding your body

Taught eight sequences

And the neglected waist

The blessing, Cocorinha, the Au,

The Arched Balloon and the Crossroads

Where did the game start?

It was in Roça do Lobo (repeat)

To enter your gym

There was an admission test

Student or worker

Vagabonds wouldn't enter, no

After learning the sequence

He was given a nickname and baptized

At the graduation party, speaker, paraninfo

Game of Iuna, Bearded Woman

For graduated student

Learn the 7 touches of Capoeira Regional

Saint Benedict Grande, Banguela, Iuna and

Delilah, Amazonas, Santa Maria, Cavalry

And also the anthem of Capoeira Regional

In specialization, in the middle of the forest

There was an ambush

At your gym, the end of your workout

Long bath for the kids

14.AMARALINE WHEEL

Author:Contra Mestre Bambino

In the Northeast of Amaralina

In the late afternoon you could hear berimbau

In the Northeast of Amaralina

You had to be tough to play regionally

In the Northeast of Amaralina

At that time Capoeira was played

With two tambourines and a single berimbau

Palm in rhythmic shape

In Amaralina, regional games were played

(ref)

But a lot of people, I know, came from far away

To see this tight-knit circle form

Hammer, Galloping, Dodge, Half Moon

There had to be blood in the vein to enter

In the Northeast I saw it in Amaralina

In the late afternoon, playing the berimbau

In the Northeast of Amaralina

Hi wheel of bamba game was regional

In the Northeast of Amaralina

But Mestre Bimba played on his berimbau

On the tambourine, Ezequiel accompanies

Mestre Gigante, official wheel player

When Mestre Bimba was going to play

(ref)

Hi São Bento Grande, Banguela, Santa Maria

Running corner and courts to improvise

Seu Atenilo was light in the Itapoa armada

In the crawl I would look for

(ref)

But he had to be malicious and cunning

So that the neglected waist does not make mistakes

Because on Sunday was graduation day

I played Iuna to form capoeira

In the Northeast of Amaralina

On arrival you could hear the berimbau

In the Northeast of Amaralina

I only had enough for the regional game

In the Northeast of Amaralina

19.TRADITION WHEEL

Author:Marquinho Coreba

Every Friday

It's tradition day

Capoeira circle day

It's claw, strength and unity

My master arrived at the wheel

He sat on the bench with gunga in his hand

It's bigger and God, it gives me goosebumps, so much emotion

When Mão Branca says

When Mão Branca sings

Holy Mary, mother of God, I want to see you play

Lalaué is in the palm of my hand that I want to see

Lalaué Capoeira is played for real

Lalaué was the palm of the hand that I want to see

Lalaué Capoeira played for real (*2)

There are wheels for everyone

Wheel for men, boys and women

Where there is light capoeira, Samba de Roda and lots of axé

If it has arrived, it is well arrived

You have to step slowly

Rooster that crowed outside the Terreiro

If you can sing, you have a lot to play for

Lalaué was the palm of the hand that I want to see

Lalaué Capoeira played for real

Lalaué was the palm of the hand that I want to see

Lalaué Capoeira played for real (*2)

23.FISHERMAN STORY

Author: Vagalume and Pretinho

My fisherman godmother didn't die

And the mermaid will be alone

But if the mermaid decides to take her fisherman

The first offering is mine

But if the mermaid decides to take her fisherman

The first offering is mine

The storm shook the sea

And the fisherman knelt in faith

He asked his mother Iemanja not to let him

Your boat capsizes with the tide

Ref

Sera, my God, it's a lucky day

Strong prayer made the rain stop

Closed body, leg and neck guide

He is the son of Odô Ia

Ref

But legend says: Janaina is vain

And if she wants it, she comes and gets it

At the full moon, fisherman come with me Odô Ia

Make a home at the bottom of the sea

Ref

A loud chant echoed in the village

And a stronger magic made the sky shine

And the fisherman was already entering the mermaid's waters

It was the spell to die at sea

24.GOLD CORD

Author:Marquinho Coreba

Broke to São Caetano

A case that happened

Manganga Beetle

Who worked and didn't get paid

I didn't want to be there

In the boss's shoes

Don't even see what Beetle does

With head, feet and hands

gold cord

It's Mangangá Beetle (repeat)

At the Maracangalha farm

Had an unlucky day

There was a death ordered

By a certain Baltazar

Hi, due to a disagreement

At the plant he worked

Doctor Zeca sent a letter

So that the bearer could be killed

gold cord

It's Mangangá Beetle (repeat)