Navegar Impreciso - Os Paralamas Do Sucesso, Tom Zé, Linton Kwesi Johnson

A pátria-avó se volta sem memória

De todos estes anos de amor

Um amor sem beijo e sem resposta

Responde agora a uma nova sedução

Teus Joaquins, teus açougueiros, filhos de uma mãe-avó

Os bons e os maus tratos que te dei

Sucumbem com tamancos, camisetas sob a lei

Que ouviste a nova-velha Europa a te ditar

E voltas tuas costas para mim

Voltas tuas costas para o mar

Prás tuas conquistas, pro teu navegar

Prá tua cruz de malta sobre o azul

Um dia foste forte e generosa

Mas hoje tua memória não tem sul

Não é porque já não se usa navegar

E nem é por tua idade, eterna sois

Mas nunca mais a nossa velha intimidade

O sabor inigualável dos teus pães

Grandmother

You turn your back with no memory of all these years of love

A love without kiss or commitment responds to a new seduction

Grandmother

I am your Joaquim, your butcher

The good and bad times I gave you

Succumb with your clogs and vest to the law the Europe dictates

And you turn your back on me

You turn your back to the sea, to your conquests, your navigation

Your maltese cross on the blue

Once you were strong and generous, now your memory has no south

Not because you no longer sail, nor for your age, you are eternal

But never again our old intimacy

That unique taste os four bread

The great-fatherland turns back without memory

Of all these years of love

A love without a kiss and without an answer

Respond now to a new seduction

Your Joaquins, your butchers, children of a grandmother-mother

The good and bad treatment I gave you

Succumb with clogs, t-shirts under the law

That you heard the new-old Europe dictating

And you turn your back on me

You turn your back to the sea

For your conquests, for your navigation

For your malta cross on blue

One day you were strong and generous

But today your memory has no south

It's not because browsing is no longer used

And it's not even because of your age, you are eternal

But never again our old intimacy

The unique taste of your breads

grandmother

You turn your back with no memory of all these years of love

A love without kiss or commitment responds to a new seduction

grandmother

I am your Joaquim, your butcher

The good and bad times I give you

Succumb with your clogs and vest to the law the Europe dictates

And you turn your back on me

You turn your back to the sea, to your conquests, your navigation

Your maltese cross on the blue

Once you were strong and generous, now your memory has no south

Not because you no longer sail, nor for your age, you are eternal

But never again our old intimacy

That unique taste os four bread