Coffea arabica

A cabo-verdiana Cesária Évora aguardou praticamente 50 anos para que o mundo a descobrisse. E seu reconhecimento se deu interpretando dois gêneros típicos da República de Cabo Verde, a “morna” e a “coladeira“, num – pode-se dizer – português, conhecido como “crioulo cabo-verdiano“.

Mas aqui ela canta, a meu ver, um jazz de altíssimo quilate.

De uma forma que me lembra One for My Baby (and One More for the Road), com Frank Sinatra (há um vídeo clássico, com “A Voz” cantando num balcão de bar).

Black Coffee (Música de Sonny Burke – Letra de Paul Francis Webster)

“I’m feelin’ mighty lonesome
Haven’t slept a wink
I walk the floor an’ watch the door
In between I drink
Black coffee …

Love’s a hand-me-down brew
I’ll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room.

Been talkin’ to the shadows
One o’clock ‘til four
An’ Lord how slow the moments go
When all ya do is pour
Black coffee …

Since the blues caught my eye
I’m hangin’ out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry.

You know a man is born to love a woman
To work and slave to pay her debts
Just because he’s only human
To drown his past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes.

I’m moonin’ all the mornin’
Mournin’ all the night
In between it’s nicotine
Not much heart to fight
Black coffee …

Feelin’ low as the ground
I’m waitin’ for my baby
To maybe come around.

Gonna drown my past regrets
In some coffee and a few cigarettes.

I’m moonin’ all the mornin’
Mournin’ all the night
In between it’s nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee …

Feeling low as the ground
It’s driving me crazy!
Just waitin’ for my baby
To maybe come around.
Please come around
Please come …“.

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