CeBarros

Hi guys
Just as I promised
Here are the other songs from my album CeBarros (Abiose).
These songs are a part of our current show
I hope you like it
Love you all

Hi everyone, I want to thank you for all the support.
We have a lot of work here in Portugal at this time but finishing the summer I will put more songs from our last album.
Good vibes for everyone.
Love you

Hi Everyone, at the request of several people, here is the translation (more or less) of the song -Poluíção-

Dirty Brook Water
Where are you going?
To the mouth of the first one
Who never wanted to be deceived

The miseries that you carry
In your blue sea bed
It's lies that you sprout
Just to poison our heads

You are the source of life.
And you have a mission.
It was not well understood
There has to be a new election.

We drink all the lies
And the big ones want to be right.
Well, let them stay with them.
We're going to veto the issue.

Step by step you're going
River in river you're going
And they fill you up sometimes
With black burning materials

And Come, the future boats
And the factories too
Dumping unclean products
They just want to use you.

You serve the wills of men
Earnings and their interests
You stains the dirty of the poor
And give wealth to other Gods

It's pain, your cry
In the midst of rot
Everyone sees you afflicted
But no one gives you a hand.

You are the source of life.
You have a mission
It was not well understood
There has to be a new election.

We drink all the lies
And the big ones want to be right.
Well, let them stay with them.
We're going to veto the issue.

We're going to veto the issue ...

Hi, I want to share with you, people, the feeling of the text of this song, I hope the translation gives you to understand ...

Alcoolémia

I drank too much that night.
My world felt like
And I remembered the past.
Other times I've lived

The past drunks
The parties of these times
The women enjoyed
In the enjoyment of thoughts

I raised my spirit
In moments of love
I broke away from a myth
I always flew around


I sat down on a bench.
And clung to meditation
I pulled a cigarette
And smoked this song

And in this very addicted air
I liked being, then,
One more friend grabbed
To the strings of a guitar.

I hit the rhythm well
In the history of this song
I stopped being my myth
Flying in the illusion.

What I dreamed that night
These were things I did not anticipate,
I miss the past
Of the follies I have lived,

The past jokes
The passions of these times
The beautiful, said, unnoticed
In the silence of secrets.

I raised my spirit
In these moments of love
I let out a scream
With a soul and without shame.

I hit the rhythm well
In the history of this song
I stopped being my myth
Flying in the illusion.

We have more songs for sale on CD Baby page.
Take a peek ...
CeBarros songs in www.cdbaby.com/cd/cebarros9
..........all the best to you guys.........