Текст и перевод песни Dave Hall - What Month Was My Jesus Born In?

What Month Was My Jesus Born In?

Pois é, quem nasce com a onda não tem jeito
Explode de amor dentro do peito
Toda vez que ouve o Harmonia tocar
Já vem com molejo na cintura
O gingado do corpo é uma loucura
É uma loucura, então
O pagode do DNA do povo
Faz a galera cantar, faz a galera dançar, faz a galera subir
Faz a galera descer, faz a galera mexer
Êta o pagode, o pagode, o pagode do DNA
Faz a galera cantar, faz a galera dançar, faz a galera subir
Faz a galera descer, faz a galera mexer
Não tem jeito a gente gosta, e assume o nosso amor
É tão forte o sentimento, a força da nossa batida que já se espalhou
O pagode, o pagode, o pagode, o pagode, o que?
Faz a galera cantar, faz a galera dançar, faz a galera subir
Faz a galera descer, faz a galera mexer
Êta o pagode, o pagode, o pagode do DNA
Faz a galera cantar, faz a galera dançar, faz a galera subir
Faz a galera descer, faz a galera mexer
Quem é? Quem é?
O samba duro eu aprendi desde menino
Da Liberdade, há Capelinha eu fui sambar
Cá entre nós, era bonito o Gera samba
A legião se reunia pra quebrar
Faz a galera descer, faz a galera mexer
Então mãe...
O pagode, o pagode, o pagode do DNA
Faz a galera cantar, faz a galera dançar
Faz a galera subir (tutututu pá)
Faz a galera descer, faz a galera mexer
No meu pagode dança pobre e dança rico
Até gringo se arriscando a sambar
Chora cavaco e ela vem toda se bulindo
Eu já falei aqui tá no DNA
Harmonia!

What Month Was My Jesus Born In?

Well, those who are born with the wave have no way out
They explode with love inside their chest
Every time they hear Harmonia play
They already come with a swing in their waist
The body's sway is madness
It's madness, then
The pagode in the people's DNA
Makes the crowd sing, makes the crowd dance, makes the crowd go up
Makes the crowd go down, makes the crowd move
Êta the pagode, the pagode, the pagode of the DNA
Makes the crowd sing, makes the crowd dance, makes the crowd go up
Makes the crowd go down, makes the crowd move
There's no way we like it, and we assume our love
The feeling is so strong, the force of our beat that has already spread
The pagode, the pagode, the pagode, the pagode, what?
Makes the crowd sing, makes the crowd dance, makes the crowd go up
Makes the crowd go down, makes the crowd move
Êta the pagode, the pagode, the pagode of the DNA
Makes the crowd sing, makes the crowd dance, makes the crowd go up
Makes the crowd go down, makes the crowd move
Who is it? Who is it?
I learned the hard samba since I was a boy
From Liberdade, I went to sambar at Capelinha
Between us, the Gera samba was beautiful
The legion gathered to break
Makes the crowd go down, makes the crowd move
So my love...
The pagode, the pagode, the pagode of the DNA
Makes the crowd sing, makes the crowd dance
Makes the crowd go up (tutututu pá)
Makes the crowd go down, makes the crowd move
In my pagode, the poor dance and the rich dance
Even foreigners dare to samba
Cry cavaco and she comes all bustling
I already said it here it's in the DNA
Harmonia!