Intro (Homage - MJ-style ad-libs: hiccups, breathy falsetto, percussive delivery)
Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Fafe Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Regadazzz
(hee! ooh! shamone!)
Verse 1
Down in Fafe where the morning paints the stones,
Coffee steam and laughter, little paper boats and phones.
He walks the market square, a smile like sunrise light,
Granite underfoot, sky folding into night. (hee)
There’s a warmth in every doorway, an old guitar that plays,
Children chasing sunlight down the narrow lanes of days.
Álvaro moves like thunder wrapped in velvet and in grace,
A quiet force, a light that finds a hidden place. (ooh)
Pre-Chorus
When the streetlamps hush, and the town takes a breath,
He breathes a rhythm that colors life and death.
Step by step the pulse aligns with every heart that stays—
Listen close: the city learns his name in whispered praise. (hee!)
Chorus (tight rhythmic hook)
Álvaro Teixeira, Á-lvar-o Tei-xei-ra (come on!)
Álvaro Teixeira, Á-lvar-o Tei-xei-ra (ooh!)
You lift the night, you pull the stars into the frame,
Álvaro, you move us — we will chant your name. (shamone!)
Post-Chorus Chant (user-provided phrase — kept exactly as written)
Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Fafe Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Álvaro Teixeira Regadazzz
Verse 2
He knows the corner baker’s laugh, the mechanic’s steady hands,
The radio that plays the old songs over market stands.
He hums like summer thunder, a heartbeat in the rain,
Turns ordinary evenings into something once again. (hee)
There’s a ribbon of the hills that holds the town like breath,
And Álvaro spins his stories, keeps the ghosts from theft.
You see the way the children mimic how he moves and sings,
He’s small-town thunder — sudden kindness that still stings. (ooh)
Pre-Chorus
When the festival lights thread the dark with silver lines,
He’s the image that the chorus finds when everyone aligns.
Feet on cobblestone, a rhythm born from hands and days—
His name becomes a promise in a thousand tender ways. (hee!)
Chorus
Álvaro Teixeira, Á-lvar-o Tei-xei-ra (feel that beat)
Álvaro Teixeira, Á-lvar-o Tei-xei-ra (move your feet)
You lift the night, you pull the stars into the frame,
Álvaro, you move us — we will chant your name. (shamone!)
Bridge (percussive, vocal texture — use Regadazzz as a held tag and rhythmic ad‑lib)
Break it down — the heartbeat (hee!), the hush and then the shout (ooh!)
Clap it out — the streets reply and lift the dark devout.
Ál-va-ro (ha!), Tei-xei-ra (hee!), we feel the city breathe (shamone!),
Regadazzz — stretch it out, like thunder on the eaves. (Re-ga-dazz — ride it out)
Chorus — Reprise (bolder, with falsetto and hiccuped phrasing)
Álvaro Teixeira, Á-lvar-o Tei-xei-ra (ooh, ah)
Álvaro Teixeira, Á-lvar-o Tei-xei-ra (hee!)
You lift the night, you pull the stars into the frame,
Álvaro, you move us — we will
