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Sérgio Mendes
Sérgio Mendes


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Настоящее имя Sérgio Santos Mendes
Дата рождения 11 февраля 1941 г.
Место рождения Niterói, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Откуда Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Жанры Samba
Latin Pop
Lounge
Soft Rock
Disco
Годы 1961—н.в.
Лейблы Elektra Records
Atlantic Records
Capitol Records
A&M Records
Concord Records



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with Brasil '66
Stillness (1971)
1971
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Canção do nosso Amor
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Celebration of the Sunrise (Instrumental)
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Every morning stillness meets me
Sitting on the window ledge
It calls the day to wake up
And defuse the dew drops
Waiting lazy in the hay

Every evening starlight greets me
Sifting through the window shade
It calls the day to close up
And transfuse the dew drops
Waiting lazy in your way

. . .


I rode on your highways
Played cards with some of your gods
Kicked a long stone at sunset
Watched the ways you smile and nod
You smile and nod

It's a righteous life we're leading friends
Heavy dues, pay the fee
But no one else notices
Destiny except the free, except the free

You can tell it in a smile sometimes
Arrogance, haughty, and cruel
Smiling at some stranger
Like a tarot deck card fool

It's a righteous life we're leading friends
Heavy dues, pay the fee
But no one else notices
Destiny except the free, except the free

Stories that they're weaving now
Are part fiction, sometimes ruse
You can tell where the real part ends
And it's time to ask for truth, to ask for truth
To ask for truth

It's a righteous life we're leading friends
Heavy dues, pay the fees
But no one else notices
Destiny except the free, except the free

. . .


Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window
And the traffic wrote the words
It came ringing up like christmas bells
And rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains
And a rainbow on the wall
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you
Crimson crystal beads to beckon

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second.

Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today
And the streets are paved with passersby
And pigeons fly, and papers lie
Waiting to blow away

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I knew
There was milk and toast and honey
And a bowl of orangejuice too
And the sun poured in like butterscotch
And stuck to all my senses
Oh, wont you stay we'll put on the day
And we'll talk in present tenses

When the cuntain closes
And the rainbow runs away
I will bring you incense owls by night
By candlelight, by two jewellight
If only you will stay
Pretty baby won't you
Wake up, it is a Chelsea morning

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Canção do nosso Amor

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Sou viramundo virado
Nas rondas da maravilha
Cortando a faca e facão
Os desatinos da vida
Gritando para assustar
A coragem da inimiga
Pulando pra não ser preso
Pelas cadeias da intriga
Prefiro ter toda a vida
A vida como inimiga
A ter na morte da vida
Minha sorte decidida

Sou viramundo virado
Pelo mundo do sertão
Mas inda viro este mundo
Em festa, trabalho e pão
Virado será o mundo
E viramundo verão
O virador deste mundo
Astuto, mau e ladrão
Ser virado pelo mundo
Que virou com certidão
Ainda viro este mundo
Em festa, trabalho e pão

. . .


My little grasshopper airplane
Cannot fly very high
I find you so far from my sight
I'm lost in my own green light

Don't help me my love
My brother, my girl
Just tell your name
Just let me say who am I

A big white plastic finger
Surrounds my dark green hair
But it's not your unknown caress
It's not from your unknown right hand

Dont help me my love
My brother my girl
Just tell your name
Just let me say who am I

I am the sun, the darkness
My name is Green Wave
Death, salt, South America is my name
World is my name, my size
And under my name here am I

Don't help me my love
My brother my girl
Just tell your name
Just let me say who am I

My little grasshopper airplane
Cannot fly very high

. . .


There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I've got to beware

I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down

There's battle lines being drawn
And nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking there minds
And getting so much resistance from behind

It's time we stop, hey what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down

What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and a carrying signs
Mostly saying hooray for our side

It's time we stop, hey what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will be
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line,the men come and take you away

We better stop,hey what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down

. . .


Sometimes in Winter
I gaze into the streets
And walk through snow and city sleet
Behind your room

Sometimes in Winter
Forgotten memories
Remember you behind the trees
With leaves that cried

By the window once I waited for you
Laughing slightly you would run
Trees alone would shield us in the meadow
Makin' love in the evening sun

Now you're gone girl
And the lamp posts call your name
I can hear them
In the spring of frozen rain
Now you're gone girl
And the time's slowed down till dawn
It's a cold room
And the walls ask where you've gone

Sometimes In Winter
I love you when the good times
Seem like memories in the spring
That never came

Sometimes In Winter
I wish the empty streets
Would fill with laughter
From the tears that ease my pain

. . .

Celebration of the Sunrise

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. . .


Every evening starlight greets me
Sifting through the window shade
It calls the day to close up
And transfuse the dew drops
Waiting lazy in your way

. . .


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