Carlos Santana

Carlos Santana ainda hoje ecoa na minha infância.
No som, nas cores, nos cheiros - míriade de sensações.
Os acordes soavam nas brilhantes mãos do conjunto de Henrique de Carvalho (como tocavam bem ...!!) Ainda hoje soam.
Era bonita a minha terra, pá! Era, pois, era.

Black Magic Woman

Got a black magic woman
Got a black magic woman
I've got a black magic woman
Got me so blind I can't see
that she's a black magic woman
She's trying to make a devil out of me

Don't turn your back on me baby
Don't turn your back on me baby
Yes don't turn your back on me baby
Stop messing 'round with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me baby
You just might pick up my magic sticks

Got your spell on me baby
Got your spell on me baby
Yes you got your spell on me baby
Turning my heart into stone
I need you so bad, magic woman
I can't leave you alone

- Carlos Santana