MORNA/JAZZ -CARMEN SOUZA - MAGIA CA TEM (PASSIONLESS)

Carmen Souza - Voice
Theo Pas'cal - Acoustic Bass
Jonathan Idiagbonya - Piano
Dado Pasqualini - percussion
Recorded at SATELLIT CAFE PARIS-FR
Carmen Souza / Theo Pas'cal
"Following the examples of the empty souls
Little talents, smaller vision
Life is surrounded by themselves"
Magia ca têm, bô paixão já cabá
Num vida qui ca movê mas um dia ê igual
Ê um vida passager
Sem estória pa conta
Ê um vida em branco
Bô ca semeá bô ca colhê
Dia ta cai na mesm procissão
Bô ta corrê detrás de um mund sem rumo sem destino
Onde ninguém crê ouvi
Ca crê pensa
Ca crê da
Ta sigui exempl di vaziu pouco talento, pouco visão
Tud ta rodeá sês vida
Magia ca tem
The human kind has been following blind souls who
Think they finally found the way
Unworried where they stand
They will make their crazy rules
They will state
The should look, the must think
And those who don't cope with are set away
They will be ignored they'll be called the foolish of heart
Regardless of their state of mind
No one has time to stop their empty lives and think what's ahead
Careless of the essence
In the end there is nothing left to say
Their lives will soon fade away
Like dust spread with the wind
Magia ca tem, bô paixão já acaba
Num vida qui ta movê mas um dia ê igual
Ê um vida passager
Sem estória pa conta
Ê um vida em branco
Bô ca semeá bô ca colhê
Dia ta cai na mesm procissão
Bô ta corre detrás de um mund sem rumo sem destino
Onde ninguém crê ouvi
Ca crê pensa
Ca crê da
Ta sigui exempl di vaziu pouco talento, pouco visão
Tud ta rodeá sês vida
(ENGLISH)
The magic is gone, the passion dried out
In a life that moves, your days are all the same
Its a passive life, without stories to tell
Its blank life
You don't plant, you don't sow
Life falls in the same old same
You run after a world without course without destiny
Where no one wants to hear
No one wants to think
No one wants to give
Following the examples of the empty souls
Little talents, smaller vision
Life is surrounded by themselves
Passionless
The human kind has been following blind souls who
Think they finally found the way
Unworried where they stand
They will make their crazy rules
They will state
The should look, the must think
And those who don't cope with are set away
They will be ignored they'll be called the foolish of heart
Regardless of their state of mind
No one has time to stop their empty lives and think what's ahead
Careless of the essence
In the end there is nothing left to say
Their lives will soon fade away
Like dust spread with the wind
The magic is gone, the passion dried out
In a life that moves, your days are all the same
It's a passive life, without stories to tell
It's blank life
You don't plant you don't sow
Life falls in the same old same
You run after a world without course, without destiny
Where no one wants to hear,
No one wants to think,
No one wants to give,
Following the examples of the empty souls
Little talents, smaller vision
Life is surrounded by themselves