TATUARAMA
SAMBA

To expose the hips of tradition
To the burning iron of ads

É Tatuarambá
Ô, Ô, Ô, Ô Make naked the body in samba bá ba
Ê, Ê, Ê, Ê To defile the body in Samba
Hold the samba’s ass, that’s it, its shown up, Ê, ô, ô, ô, ô

Ê, Ê, Ê, Ê Bring the Body to the brushes of electronics, ô, ô, ô
Tatuarambá

Ô, Ô, Ô, Ô to wear the poem-commercial
Make naked the body in samba

Ê, Ê, Ê, Ê Bring the body to be tattooed
defile the ass of samba
Hold the samba’s ass, that’s it, it’s shown up, ô!
Ê, ô, ô, ô, ô for the tattooing of the antennas, the antennas

Flesh isn’t sin
Flesh isn’t forbidden
Flesh is no lie

Ê, lead the body to the brushes

Smear the body to “round and round the mulberry bush”
Lick the body on “we all fall down”
Flesh is no lie
Flesh isn’t forbidden
Flesh isn’t sin
To expose the hips of tradition
To the burning iron of ads

Tickling traditions
Itching, scratching the traditions

(Inspired by Provisional Character of the Aesthetic, by Haroldo de Campos, in A arte no Horizonte do Provável -Zé)