Текст и перевод песни Milton Nascimento - E Daí?

E Daí?

Tenho nos olhos quimeras
Com brilho de trinta velas
Do sexo pulam sementes
Explodindo locomotivas

Tenho os intestinos roucos
Num rosário de lombrigas
Os meus músculos são poucos
Pra essa rede de intrigas

Meus gritos afro-latidos
Implodem, rasgam, esganam
E nos meus dedos dormidos
A lua das unhas ganem

E daí? E daí? E dái?
E daí? E daí? E dái?
E daí? E daí? E... dái?
E daí...

Meu sangue de mangue sujo
Sobe a custo, à contragosto
E tudo aquilo que fujo
Tirou prêmio, aval e posto

Entre hinos e chicanas
Entre dentes, entre dedos
No meio destas bananas
Os meus ódios e os meus medos

E daí? E daí? E dái? E daí?
E daí? E daí? E dái?
E daí? (E daí?) E dái? E daí?
E daí? (E daí?) E dái?

Iguarias na baixela
Vinhos finos nesse odre
E nessa dor que me pela
Só meu ódio não é podre

Tenho séculos de espera (espera)
Nas contas da minha costela (nas contas da minha costela)
Tenho nos olhos quimeras
Com brilho de trinta velas (velas)

E daí? E daí? E daí?
E daí? (E daí? E dái?)
E daí? E daí? E dái? E daí? (E daí?)

E daí? (E daí?) E dái?
E daí...?

And So What?

In my eyes, I hold illusions
That shimmer like thirty candles
From sex, seeds burst forth
Exploding like locomotives

My intestines are hoarse
Like a rosary of roundworms
My muscles are few
For this web of intrigue

My Afro-Latin cries
Implode, tear, strangle
And in my sleeping fingers
The moon's nails howl

And so what? And so what? And so what?
And so what? And so what? And so what?
And so what? And so what? And... so what?
And so what...

My dirty mangrove blood
Rises slowly, reluctantly
And everything I run from
Has won awards, praise, and status

Amidst hymns and chicanery
Between teeth, between fingers
In the midst of these bananas
My hatreds and my fears

And so what? And so what? And so what? And so what?
And so what? And so what? And so what?
And so what? (And so what?) And so what? And so what?
And so what? (And so what?) And so what?

Delicacies on a platter
Fine wines in this wineskin
And in this pain that skins me
Only my hatred is not rotten

I have centuries of waiting (waiting)
On the beads of my ribs (on the beads of my ribs)
In my eyes, I hold illusions
That shimmer like thirty candles (candles)

And so what? And so what? And so what?
And so what? (And so what? And so what?)
And so what? And so what? And so what? And so what? (And so what?)

And so what? (And so what?) And so what?
And so what...?