Bebel Gilberto
Moment
Hunt
I don't know your name or whereabouts
I guess your trail and smell
I'm going armed with teeth and courage
I'm going bite your wild flesh
I spend the night without dozing, distressed
Dawn imitating your scream
I approach, prowling your den
And when you see me you provoke me
You sing your mad agony
Water bubbles in my mouth
My prey roaring its race
Legs thrashing and your fervor
Today is the day of grace
Today is the day of the hunt and the hunter
I stretch into space like a cat
To catch you, wild animal
Indulge your mixed-race avidity
That, upon seeing me, shrinks and encourages me
That in the same impulse expels me and embraces
Our skins sticking together with sweat
Today It's the day of grace
Today is the day of the hunt and the hunter
I'm lying in wait for the beast
Soon I'll give him a sure shot
I already know your gazelle's back
Wild horse riding bareback
Dominant, doesn't let go
Panting, is master of his master
Today is the day of grace
Today is the day of the hunt and the hunter

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