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Intro
01:36
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Citizen of the World
04:19
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Racing traffic
Graceful pastures
History has lived here
So have I
Yellow frogs, sloths hanging
in trees that tower with no end
Mountains flow into a waterfall blend
Born as a child belonging to the world
Not bound in one place
Not grounded in one race
Displaced, dispossessed and wandering
Dust in the wind
A great new quest,
A traveling stranger
The traveling life
A nomad’s life
No home, no return
Brown skin, yellow-, white skin,
Red skin, black-, grey skin
All is one and one is all
What makes us different after all?
The traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling…
The traveling life
A nomad’s life
No home, no return
No…
Citizen of the world
Citizen of the world
Citizen of the world
I am a citizen of the world
Citizen of the world
I have no place I rest my mind
Citizen of the world
I am a roamer of the earth
But those whom I love
I call my home
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Heroes
03:06
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We don’t know who our heroes are
We don’t know who they are
We don’t know who our heroes are
We don’t know who they are
Yesterday’s paper seems so far
When history feels so close to me
Tomorrow a new problem to behold
No end and beginning
How big does it have to be
to get attention that it needs and deserves
How much money do we need to make us sympathize,
to make us decide whose pain deserves more tears
We don’t know who our heroes are
We don’t know who they are
We don’t know who our heroes are
We don’t know who they are
We see what we see,what they put in front of us
All I’m saying is there are many more stories to be told
of the other guys, of the million lives,
Broken family ties, blood sunrise,
Constant fights, a struggle to survive,
Living out of the light,
The silent cries that we don’t hear
We don’t know who our heroes are
We don’t know who they are
We don’t know who our heroes are
We don’t know who they are
Aah Aah
We don’t know who our heroes are
We don’t know who they are
We don’t know who our heroes are
We don’t know who they are
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Desert Wind
05:52
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The pale moon hangs from the sky
The stars so clear
The howling souls fly
A thousand fields of the same grain
A thousand days of the same pain, no rain
Sun burnt, lips bone-dry
Sparse shadows, no place to hide
Oh…
Ooh Ooh
The heavy weight of hours
has me chained
As I follow clouds
that sail on the rivers of the wind
A sleepless night in the darkness
A cry to God
A cry to God
A cry mmm…
Ooh Ooh
My hopeful flower
A rare perfume
A sweet scent
My mirage
Oh
Hanana
Hanana
Hana!
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Waves
04:38
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The wind in my hair
Salty drops of sea fall unto my lips
The fresh air, it tickles my nose as I breath in
I am at ease
The breeze, it sees right through me
A beautiful horizon
I understand, I am enlightened
The waves go up and down, up and down again
The waves give and take, give and take, bring and steal again
To start like a baby at high tide
and end up a granny at low tide
This is the force of nature restoring it’s balance
The waves they sway
They take me to another place
And out there in the open there’s got to be something for me
Just for me, my destiny, a mystery
Chorus
The storm approaches from behind
And with a powerful BOOM all is stripped away
You’re suffocating and drowning in a slow manner
And you make your way down
to where the beasts of the sea are found
PANIC!
As the air departs from your lips
PANIC!
As the bubbles make their way to heaven
'Cause you want to scream, but nothing comes out
You want to scream, but nothing comes out
Nothing comes out
So slip off your slippers
Toes in warm sand
Fish are splashing
Waves are smashing
Seagulls are squawking
A breezy retreat
Don’t you feel the heat, heat,
heat, heat, heat, heat
Don’t you love the weather
we could grow old together
Don’t you love the weather
we could stay here forever, forever!
Waves pulling me under
Waves taking me over!
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Açaí Tree
04:17
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Hiding in the shadows
underneath the açaí tree
Sitting, resting, waiting,
gazing sad eyes
Blank stare onto flowing water,
deep waters of the sea
Dark curls flowing down,
unhappy brown eyes
There’s enough time to be sad
but now it is time to forget
La la la la la la la
An old man walks by
with a bengala in his hand
On his shoulder
a bright blue feathered creature
He stops to look at her
With concern he asks:
“Com licença? Você está bem?”
No answer
So he says
Chorus
In the distance the drums of the bateria sound
[samba sounds from a bateria]
Nobody should be sad on carnaval
At carnaval there is no tristeza, only muita felicidade!
The old man and his macaw walk towards the sad girl
the beady eyes looking so curiously at her
and then the bird starts dancing the samba on the man’s shoulders
the old man laughs, “HA! even “João” knows how to party!”
He stretches out his hand
and gestures her to come with
Quer dar uma volta?
Let’s dance into the noite
A música é felicidade, música está do amor
Hesitation, but she smiles and takes his hand
Chorus
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la …..
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Jo Sarah Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Exceptionally mesmerizing! Jo Sarah, a vocalist that takes you on a magical journey of ethnical sounds in the world. With her philosophical lyrics, her interesting choice of harmonies and uplifting danceable rhythms Jo Sarah intrigues with her authenticity. From intimate Surinamese ballads to groovy African/Brazilian rhythms, Jo Sarah will whisk you away. ... more
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