Luso-African Perfection: Dulce Pontes and Waldemar Bastos
For lovers of great Portuguese voices, here's a heart-wrenching duet from Portugal's Dulce Pontes and Angolan singer/songwriter Waldemar Bastos. They've both quite a reputation with the "World Music" crowd. Dulce Pontes has collaborated with Ennio Morricone, no less, among others. Her voice is just phenomenal. And so is Waldemar Bastos' . He has had one (or more?) of his albums released on David Byrne's Lusaka Bop label, so he's also approved from "way up"... _então_: Check out this song!*A Velha Chica*??Antigamente a velha Chica
vendia cola e gengibre
e lá pela tarde ela lavava a roupa
do patrão importante;
e nós os miúdos lá da escola
perguntávamos à vóvó Chica
qual era a razão daquela pobreza,
daquele nosso sofrimento.
Xé menino, não fala polÃtica,
não fala polÃtica, não fala polÃtica.

Mas a velha Chica embrulhada nos pensamentos,
ela sabia, mas não dizia a razão daquele sofrimento.
Xé menino, não fala polÃtica,
não fala polÃtica, não fala polÃtica.

E o tempo passou e a velha Chica, só mais velha ficou.
Ela somente fez uma kubata com tecto de zinco, com tecto de zinco.
Xé menino, não fala polÃtica, não fala polÃtica.

Mas quem vê agora
o rosto daquela senhora, daquela senhora,
só vê as rugas do sofrimento, do sofrimento, do sofrimento!
E ela agora só diz:
"- Xé menino, quando eu morrer, quero ver Angola viver em paz!
Xé menino, quando morrer, quero ver Angola e o Mundo em paz!"??*Old ChicaBack in the day, old Chicasold cola nuts and gingerand in the afternoons she did laundryfor an important client;And we, the children from schoolused to ask grandma Chicawhat was the reason for that poverty,for our sufferingShush boy, don't you talk politics,don't talk politics, don't talk politics.But old Chica, ensconced in her thoughts,She knew, but wouldn't tell the reason of that suffering.Shush, boy, don't you talk politics,don't talk politics, don't talk politics.And time passed and old Chica just grew older.All she managed for herself was a shack with a zinc roof, with a zinc roof.Shush, boy, don't you talk politics, don't talk politics.But now, anyone who seesThe face of that lady, of that lady,only sees the wrinkles of suffering, of suffering, of suffering!And now all she says is:"Shush, boy, when I die, I want to see Angola live in peace!Shush, boy, when I die, I want to see Angola and the world in peace!"*
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