Abadá Capoeira - Mestre Camisa - Nossa Raizes

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Abadá Capoeira - Mestre Camisa - Nossa Raizes

Renovation

In captive lands

Black people were suffering,

He fought very hard

He found capoeira

It was in the mandingo times

Trickery and slavery

To the sound of drums

It bled my heart

He left us his culture

The banzo and solitude

Thank Mestre Bimba

That the regional created

Look at the fight that came from Batuque

In the world it spread

It started in Bahia

In Goias he stopped

But the fight doesn't stop there

Master Camisa has arrived

White in the form of black

Capoeira has been renewed

Camara

It's alive, my God!

Take me to Angola

Take me to Angola, hey

Take me to Angola, okay?

To know the basics

Understanding capoeira (choir)

Angola do Imbundeiro

From the morning of the mandingueiro

To understand capoeira

You have to go there first

Entender a capoeira

E as lutas que tem lá

No N’golo e na Bassúla

O nego faz derrubar

Lá nasceu o berimbau

Quem comanda agora é o Gunga

Em Luanda chamam Ungo

Em Beguela é Mburunbunba

Terra que tem energia

Você sente a emoção

A cultura do meu povo

Carrego no coração

Passando por Luanda

Eu pude presenciar

As histórias de Muxima

E a energia que tem lá

Santa Maria na Bahia

Cupela na capital

Hoje em dia virou jogo

No toque do Berimbau

Sinha mandou Chamar

Sinhá mandou chamar

Sinhá mandou dizer

Que se o negro não vim vai apanhar

Mais nego não quer saber

Nego não quer saber

Se vai para o tronco de madeira

Pois o nego esquece tudo

Quando está na Capoeira

Antigamente era assim que acontecia

Se o nego não obedecesse

Tinha o Capitão que prendia

Pra bater na covardia

Hoje em dia é diferente

Com a Aboliçao da Escravatura

E a corda que amarrou o nego

Hoje trago na cintura

The pain was so much

That hurt the heart

Because I knew I would get caught

The punishment was given by a brother

I came from Luanda

I came from Luanda and...

It's Luanda

I was brought by ship

I saw my brother suffer

In the lash of the whip

I was beaten until I died

My father said my son

Run away so you don't die

My father doesn't run away

The battle I will win

Our Brazilian art

Descendant of cultures

Of African origins

Ngolo Cambangula and Bassúla

African in Brazil

With Indio Guarany

And the white foreigner

They formed the Brazilian people

Created a mixed breed

Known all over the world

Good at ball and ginga

And also hospitable

On the shore of the sea

In the swing of the sea yoio

In the swing of the sea

In the swing of the sea

In the swing of the sea

Here comes the slave ship

Bringing Africans from there

And here on Brazilian soil

Slaves would become

At the port I was sold

For the lord of the farm

To plant and cut sugarcane

And work in the mill

But the black man was brave

And he had a warrior soul

Escape from captivity

In the middle of capoeira

I'm going to go deep into the woods

The chains snap

I'm going back to my land

I'm going to rock the sea

Rope of Valor

Listen here my player

Your rope is of value

Corad Crua is a child

Learning to crawl

If you have perseverance

Capoeira play

Yellow Rope is Gold

Value learning

Orange is the rising sun

That awakens a dreamer

Blue Rope is the current

From the immensity of the Sea

Corda Verde is the forest

Foundation of Abadá

Purple Rope has mysteries

Only time will reveal

Brown is the Chameleon

That preserves the Abadá

Red Rope is Ruby

And justice will swear

White Rope is the Diamond

Which reflects Abadá

As time passes

Will undergo transformation

Preserving your essence

Like the Chameleon

I was in Bahia

I was there in Bahia

It's Bahia

When the berimbau played

It's Bahia

At the top of the hill

It's Bahia

Capoeira called me

It's Bahia

Boy comes to learn to play

Capoeira

Boy comes to learn to play

Capoeira

In Life everything happens

In life everything happens

Look what happened

John had gold he had cattle

Hojge he is an employee

On the farm that was yours

Today he runs the cattle

He has had several women

Various imported cars

Today there is a wagon

And an immaculate horse

A house with a leak

About the lamplight

Drink and woman

It was his undoing

Today there is no more money

The woman abandoned him

Today he lives around the world

Disparaged without value

Comrade...

And Luanda

It's Luanda

It's Luandê

Fisherman's fight

It's called Bassúla

Open hand fight

It's called Cambangula

Berimbau in capoeira

There it is called Ungo

Or urugungo

That's your way of saying

This is what Kimbundu says

Kigongo is spoken

The Angolans

They sing and speak in Portuguese

Lament of Bahia

Bahia cried

Bahia cried

Bahia cried cried

Bahia cried

Master Bimba left

That the regional created

But he left capoeira

Our valuable art

In the circle of the old Masters

All you could hear was a cry

Your Pastinha left

Went to live in the end

Berimbau was so sad

I didn't know why

I realized it was longing

From the late Aberrê

At the wheel of the port pier

Berimbau was silent

Waldemar left

The greatest singer

Bahia misses

But you should remember

From Traira, Canjiquinha

And Mangangá Beetle

Cane Plant

So plant sugarcane

Canavierio

Then cut

Canaviero

So as not to go to the trunk

Canaviero

You have to work

Canaviero

In the old mill mill

The sugarcane will turn into molasses

At the expense of black people's sweat

At the expense of slave labor

The sugar cane

Sweeten the foreman's mouth

While the enslaved black

Just taste the pain

Inside the sugarcane field

The black man plants to harvest

And in the middle of the harvest

Hit the maculelê

Barracao Wheel

Maré Island Vineyard

Along the beaches of Ribeira

Longshoreman Fisherman

For capoeira wheels

Your naughty walk

In the body your protection

In the hat a razor

And a star of Salamon

Tradition past

A treacherous life

By trade Craftsman

From the art of Capoeira

In the chest a feeling

Longing for the ancestor

In the throat a lament

In the touch of the berimbau

It was Traira, Najé

Black Jaguar, Good Hair

Bráulio Buglaho and

Waldemar da Paixão

Sunday feast day

Slutty trickery

Joy and camaraderie

In the shed circle

Your name will be remembered

Died, no longer here

In the paintings of Caribé

In Fatumbi's photos

Dende Mare

The palm oil palm tide

The palm oil palm tide

Fisherman goes to sea

Went against the tide

Looking for the good fish

As the Bahian wants

Baiana prepares the fish

Fisherman brought from the sea

Add seasoning to the moqueca

Dendê can't leave

Tide dizzy

He was a great player

The wave rocks the boat

How Totonho rocked

Gosh, pull, take, take

Pull the net from the sea

If you are a good fisherman

There will be no shortage of good fish

It's a full moon night

Fisherman returns from the sea

There will be a party in the village

Capoeira will play

In the gentle sea

In the gentle tide I already know how to row

In a rough tide my boat won't capsize

I've been rowing for a long time

And I know it's not for nothing

Neither the rain nor the wind

They will capsize my canoe

I'm not fooled by the moon

Not even with the siren song

I am the son of a jangadeiro

Fisherman I am capoeira

Storm may fall

Bad times may come

That the life of a capoeira

I already know that's how it is

Long live Bimba

Long live Bimba and

Long live Bimba

Renowned fighter

Today there is no equal

Player in Angola

Master in regional

Defended your art

Fighting in the ring

Adopted Solomon

Because the knife doesn't reach

At the Brotas mill

Northeast of Amaralina

And in Roça do Lobo

Bimbau lived his fate

Manoel went to heaven

Bimba went down in history

Where the berimbau plays

His glory will reign