Pra que discutir com Madame
Pra que discutir com Madame
Madame diz que a raa no melhoraQue a vida piora por causa do
samba,Madame diz o que samba tem pecadoQue o samba coitado e devia
acabar,Madame diz que o samba tem cachaa, mistura de raa mistura de
cor,Madame diz que o samba democrata, msica barata sem nenhum
valor,Vamos acabar com o samba, madame no gosta que ningum
sambeVive dizendo que samba vexamePra que discutir com madame.
No carnaval que vem tambm concorroMeu bloco de morro vai cantar
peraE na Avenida entre mil apertos Vocs vo ver gente cantando
concertoMadame tem um parafuso a menosS fala veneno meu Deus que
horrorO samba brasileiro democrataBrasileiro na batata que tem
valor.
Madame says that the race wont improve, that life will get
worse, because of samba.Madame says that samba is sinful, that
samba, poor thing, must be put to an end.Madame says that samba is
cachaa*, mixing the races, mixing the colors.Madame says that the
democratic samba is cheap music with no value.
Let's stop the samba! Madame does not like anyone to samba,And
keeps saying that samba is shameful. Why argue with Madame?
In the next carnival I will compete. My group from up in the
slums will sing opera,And on the avenue, among a thousand embraces,
you'll see people singing a concerto.Madame has a screw loose. She
says poisonous things, for Gods sake.The Brazilian, democratic
samba is the thing that has value.
*cachaa - A Brazilian rum or brandy traditionally consumed by
the poor, but more recently (as of this song's era) popular among
the elite.
