Origami Lyrics English Translation by Slow J & Gson
[Slow J & Gson Intro]
Water on my body, but it doesn’t cleanse
Can’t you see the smile on my face?
Inside, I have a sea and I have the Sahara
I’ll have to learn to accept
The way I have to show you
The part of me that still remains clear
I was trying to be a rare kind, that desire became expensive
That summer cloud dances with the sun and celebrates above the sky
Beautifying the moment when it is allowed to be part of the sky
[Gson Verse 1]
Meanwhile, sitting and looking at the stars
Because we don’t like to exist
As if the obvious were enough (As if the obvious were enough)
My arrogance in wanting to interpret stars
When I’m not even a good interpreter of my own space
In my colloquium, phrases for karma to chew on
Still lines that complement the cardiovascular fabric
Blood pumps to places I don’t show (I don’t show)
Hypochondriac or inhospitable heart
Makes me be what I don’t like, August 16, it’s 6:50
While I paint the big picture, you were complaining to me
Because I didn’t give you simple photos
You had the sunlight at your service
All your skin’s flower, baby, I gave you photosynthesis
I stopped focusing on the symbols
Of this poorly written diary that has been
The best interpreter of my colors
I learned that if one goal is a passage to another goal
Then I don’t want you to find yourself, I want you to search for yourself
Lost somewhere without marble convictions
Because we are made of uncertainties and flesh
So the only thing I know about being is that I am not
I am constantly becoming, and that is a fact
Written in charcoal pencil, and the stone you want to be carved
Is raw diamond or is it your tombstone
Eloquence, madness, or belief
The prayers of my haste
Make me God without “D” and without “S”
Godson (Godson, Godson)
[Slow J Verse 2]
Let me try to be explicit
Takeover was so epic, it wasn’t even the hardest
Young Hova, who thought this was where I would end up in the beginning
Skinny kid with my headphones
I’m on break. I was listening to Limp Bizkit
Funny now, I sketch a smile
Anyone who bet against us is not in the mood to laugh about it
With a sheet of paper, we change the world, that was ridiculous
We folded until it creased, now look around you, that’s the exercise
The sky is the limit, Jota only provides the service
I miss a land I’ve never lived in
Where I was born, half of what I am is recognized
Trying to feel like I belong, the dream was born, now I can
See the promised land, close my eyes, see so clearly
Afro Fado my spirit, in my veins is the chemical
My land is the color of chess, my gray shines so vivid
Mix the color again, mix echoes in Olympus, and you
See what your children did with what they were given, everything is so cyclical
I’m looking at the present, seeing it as mythical, with the jersey I wear
Inevitable is not mystical, it’s just what you haven’t seen yet
I want to teach my son that in the past
The color of his skin was like a badge
This is already in a land after racism
Promised land of mine, terra nostra, a slice
And one day you’ll see it in the family where I grew up
Play fado and play bossa, the color of the skin or hair
A minor thing, it doesn’t matter, Godson