Wednesday, 5 August 2009

In The Little Mouth of the Bottle: Na Boquinha da Garrafa

This is the second translation of a work from the unquestionable talented group of artists called É o Tchan here. After the enormous sucess of their first poems they've entered a obscure phase on their lives. In their own words, they "Couldn't Hold on" and sadly they've fallen in a heavy period of alcohol abuse. The pressure of the publishers crashed against their pure and inocent souls. Although we dislike to remember our idols in this sittuation, we can't refuse to mention the brilliant art that came as result of it all.

In the samba she told me she rubs
In the samba i've seen her brake

In the samba she likes the rub rub
Exchanged me for the bottle
Couldn't hold on and went rubbing

Go rubbing in the little mouth of the bottle
It's in the little mouth of the bottle
Go down on the little mouth of the bottle
It's in the little mouth of the bottle

Lower more, lower a bit more
Lower more, lower slowly

Go leaving from the little mouth of the bottle
It's from the little mouth of the bottle
Go raising from the little mouth of the bottle
It's from the little mouth of the bottle

Raise more, raise a bit more
Raise more, raise slowly

Yes, she likes the rub rub
and in the swing of the samba
she only thinks of rubbing
She likes the rub rub,
seen the mouth of the bottle
Couldn't hold on and went rubbing

Go rubbing in the little mouth of the bottle
It's in the little mouth of the bottle
Raise and lower on the little mouth of the bottle
It's in the little mouth of the bottle

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