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Sérgio Mendes
Sérgio Mendes


Background information
Birth name Sérgio Santos Mendes
Born February 11, 1941
Born place Niterói, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Origin Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Genre(s) Samba
Latin Pop
Lounge
Soft Rock
Disco
Years active 1961—present
Label(s) Elektra Records
Atlantic Records
Capitol Records
A&M Records
Concord Records



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Sérgio Mendes Album


Brasil 88 (1978)
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Misturada (Instrumental)
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I have crossed a thousand bridges
In my search for something real
There were great suspension bridges
Made like spiderwebs of steel

There were tiny wooden trestles
And there were bridges made of stone
I have always been a stranger
And I've always been alone

There's a bridge to tomorrow
There's a bridge to the past
There's a bridge made of sorrow
That I pray will not last

There's a bridge made of coulors
In the sky high above
And I think that there must be
Bridges made out of love

I can see him in the distance
On the river's other shore
An his hands reach out in longing
As my own have done before

And I call across to tell him
Where I believe the bridge must lie
And I'll find it, yes I'll find it!
If I search until I die

When the bridge is between us
We'll have nothing to say
We will run through the sunlight
And he'll meet me halfway

There's a bridge made of coulors
In the sky high above
And I'm certain that somewhere
There's a bridge made of love

. . .


A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass
It is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
The knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind
A cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump
It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free
It's the end of the slope
It's a beam it's a void
It's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain
The joy in your heart

The foot, the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot stone
A fish, a flash
A silvery glow
A fight, a bet
The range of a bow
The bed of the well
The end of the line
The dismay in the face
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike
A point, a nail
A drip, a drop
The end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
The shot of a gun
In the dead of the night
A mile, a must
a thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme
It's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house
The body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail
The promise of spring
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart

A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toe
A point, a grain
A bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night
A pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
And the river talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone
The end of the load
The rest of a stump
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass
A life, the sun
A knight, a death,
The end of the run
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart

. . .


Maybe you know the reason that I love you
Maybe you don't but I dont really care
Maybe you'll see the forest for the trees, babe
Maybe you'll see the things that I don't dare

Maybe I know just how to turn on, babe
Maybe I know just how to make you smile
Maybe I don't quite know what's right from wrong, babe
Maybe we'll find out in a little while

Whatever it is, we're together
And that's enough for me
Don't need no questions or answers
Your love's enough for me

Whatever it is, we're together
And that's how love should be
Don't need nobody to tell me
Your love's eough for me

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Misturada

[No lyrics]

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I know I'll never forget you
No matter how hard I try
I know I'll even be a fool for you, baby
Just before you say goodbye

O-oo wee, tell me one more lie
O-oo wee, tell me 'fore you go
Tell me, tell me
O-oo, oh, oh

When you say: „I love you, baby“
It doesn't seem to show
And if it means you're leaving, darling
I don't even want to know

O-oo wee, tell me one more lie
O-oo wee, tell me 'fore you go
Tell me, tell me
O-oo, oh, oh

Though your love ain't shining
The way that it used to be
Something in your eyes is saying: „Darling
You've lost your love for me!“

O-oo wee, tell me one more lie
O-oo wee, tell me 'fore you go
Tell me, tell me
O-oo, oh, oh

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Hiding love till darkness falls
To play that night time game
Knowing it's the only way
Fill up empty days

The flower needs the sun
The rivers are made to run
And midnight lovers they gotta hide away
Yea, they gotta hide away
Cause they never had a love like this before, ooh
Never had a love, ooh
Never had a love, ooh
Never had a love, ooh
Never had a love, ooh
Never had a love like this before, oh baby

It's their love they wanna give
Such a simple thing
Broken hearted lovers know
It's a complicated game

The flower needs the sun
The rivers are made to run
And midnight lovers they gotta hide away
Cause they never had a love like this before, ooh
Never had a love, ooh
Never had a love, ooh
Never had a love like this before, oh baby

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Harley, you are living in a world if love
All around you and
You're waiting for your dream to come alive
In these days it seems so hard to survive
And the way that you tell me
To never let go
So I hold on, I hold on
'Cause Harley, you'll be a star
And the world will put their arms around you

Harley, there's a feeling that I get inside
When your'e singing
And I know it's more than just asong I hear
And your melody has cured me of my fear
And on the way that you tell me
Don't ever let go
So I hold on, I hold on
'Cause Harley, you'll be a star
And the world will put their arms around you

. . .


Pula do muro, cai do cavalo
Pula que eu quero ver
Sombra no escuro, verde maduro
Corre que eu quero ver
Salta de lado, tiro cruzado
Dança que eu quero ver
Corta de canivete, que eu quero ver
Segura que é agora, que eu quero ver

Pula do muro, cai do cavalo
Pula que eu quero ver
Sombra no escuro, verde maduro
Corre que eu quero ver
Salta de lado, tiro cruzado
Dança que eu quero ver
Corta de canivete, que eu quero ver
Segura que é agora, que eu quero ver

. . .


The way is hard for one who feels
The price is twice high for one who's real
Some get to choose, some have no choice
Some live a life without a voice in anything
And life goes on, it goes on and on...

We're only here to play a part and move along
A child is born, he will be wise
And some will say he has his mother's eyes
He'll speak of joy and love and pain
He'll be a poem to read when there is rain
And life goes on . . .

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