Janela - Adélia Prado
Afro-Brazilian folk-jazz, acoustic guitar, electric bass, congas, agogô, tambourine, handclaps, atabaque, shaker, cuíca, subtle brass section, female choir, male tenor, flugelhorn, Fender Rhodes, soft string ensemble, earthy percussion texture, syncopated rhythmic pulse, minor tonal center with modal inflections, mid-tempo groove, soulful vocal phrasing, warm and emotive timbre, mezzo-tenor voice, subtle vibrato, expressive phrasing, call and response between lead and chorus, percussive hand dynamics, layered harmonies, subtle reverb, analog warmth, organic compression, stereo panning of chorus voices, deep low-end resonance, smooth transient highs, human breath texture, whispering tone transitions, rhythmic vocal interplay, harmonic layering inspired by Afro-minimalist repetition, melodic contour emphasizing resilience and grace
Janela - Adélia Prado
Afro-Brazilian folk-jazz, acoustic guitar, electric bass, congas, agogô, tambourine, handclaps, atabaque, shaker, cuíca, subtle brass section, female choir, male tenor, flugelhorn, Fender Rhodes, soft string ensemble, earthy percussion texture, syncopated rhythmic pulse, minor tonal center with modal inflections, mid-tempo groove, soulful vocal phrasing, warm and emotive timbre, mezzo-tenor voice, subtle vibrato, expressive phrasing, call and response between lead and chorus, percussive hand dynamics, layered harmonies, subtle reverb, analog warmth, organic compression, stereo panning of chorus voices, deep low-end resonance, smooth transient highs, human breath texture, whispering tone transitions, rhythmic vocal interplay, harmonic layering inspired by Afro-minimalist repetition, melodic contour emphasizing resilience and grace
Lyrics
Intro
Instrumental interlude
Janela, palavra linda!
Janela é o bater das asas da borboleta amarela.
Bridge
Abre pra fora as duas folhas de madeira à-toa pintada, janela jéca, de azul.
Eu pulo você pra dentro e pra fora...
Monto a cavalo em você, meu pé esbarra no chão.
Bridge
Pre Chorus
Janela sobre o mundo aberta...
por onde vi o casamento da Anita esperando neném...
a mãe do Pedro Cisterna urinando na chuva...
por onde vi meu bem chegar de bicicleta e dizer a meu pai...
(Minhas intenções com sua filha são as melhores possíveis).
Bridge
Chorus
Ô janela com tramela,
brincadeira de ladrão,
claraboia na minha alma,
olho no meu coração.
Instrumental interlude
End