Agenor de Miranda Araújo Neto, mostly recognized by his artistic name "Cazu… Read Full Bio ↴Agenor de Miranda Araújo Neto, mostly recognized by his artistic name "Cazuza", was born in April 4, 1958, in Rio De Janeiro. His father, João Araújo, was one of the founders of the label Som Livre and his mother was Lucinha Araújo. Since his youth, Cazuza used to keep in touch with music, because of his father's job, so that was one of the reasons that brought him to music. Cazuza started to be successful in Brazil as the lead-singer of the rock band Barão Vermelho, recording huge radio hits like "Bete Balanço" and "Pro Dia Nascer Feliz". With Barão Vermelho, he recorded 3 studio albums: "Barão Vermelho" (1982), "Barão Vermelho 2" (1983) and "Maior Abandonado" (1984). In 1985, the band performed at the first Rock In Rio and in that same year, he left the band to start a solo career.

His first solo record was "Exagerado" (1985) and it had big hits like "Exagerado" and "Codinome Beija-Flor".
He released his second album "Só Se For A Dois" in 1987 and it was in that year that he found out that he was HIV-positive.
Despite his disease, he became incredibly more creative and started writing lots of genius songs. In 1988 he released the great album "Ideologia". His most famous songs are in this album: "Ideologia", "Brasil", "Faz Parte do Meu Show".
Cazuza released one of his biggest hits in the promo-tour of "Ideologia", the song was called "O Tempo Não Pára" and a live album was released with this same name, containing his most successful hits from the solo career.
In February, 1989 Cazuza brought his sickness to the public eye and in August of the same year, he released "Burguesia", a double-record with many different partnerships.

Cazuza died in July 7, 1990 at 32. His music is still alive, though: his work has passed through generations and youngsters really appreciate his albums.

"The ignorant people are the happiest. They don't know when they're going to die, but I do. I know I have a scheduled meeting. People forget what they have to do, but I can't give myself this pleasure. I make everything fit in my next few days, all the ideas I would have, all the people I would meet, what I would still sing. I'm pregnant but I can't wait, the time doesn't stop and we go by running... But I'm here, trying to hold on to whatever I can. I'm weak. There's a whole world around us that we don't even notice. I'm skinny and small for my clothes. I feel like I am putting all my things together, concentrating. If I could, I'd put all of them into a bottle and I'd drink them all. I wonder what shall be left of me... but I, I can only insist." -- This text is a direct translation, so it may not have as much meaning as it does in its original language.

Ritual
Cazuza Lyrics

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Pra que sonhar
A vida é tão desconhecida e mágica
Que dorme às vezes do teu lado
Calada
Calada

Pra que buscar o paraíso
Se até o poeta fecha o livro

Sente o perfume de uma flor no lixo
E fuxica
Fuxica

Tantas histórias de um grande amor perdido
Terras perdidas, precipícios
Faz sacrifícios, imola mil virgens
Uma por uma, milhares de dias

Ao mesmo Deus que ensina a prazo
Ao mais esperto e ao mais otário
Que o amor na prática é sempre ao contrário
Que o amor na prática é sempre ao contrário

Ah, pra que chorar
A vida é bela e cruel, despida

Tão desprevenida e exata
Que um dia acaba

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Cazuza's song "Ritual" express a feeling of acceptance towards the mystery of life. The first verse questions the purpose of dreaming when life is so unpredictable and full of magic that it sometimes sleeps silently by our side. The second verse suggests that there's no point in searching for paradise because even the poet closes his book and chooses to explore the beauty of a flower in the trash instead. The lyrics further describe the sacrifices people make in their pursuit of lost love or unreachable goals, only to realize that even the most intelligent people fail to understand the true nature of love. The chorus repeats the message that life is both beautiful and cruel and that it will eventually come to an end.

"Ritual" is a song that defies easy interpretation because its message is left open-ended. However, it's possible to appreciate the complexity of Cazuza's lyrics by recognizing the poetic language he used to describe life's mysteries. The song invites listeners to embrace life's unpredictability and recognize the beauty of seemingly unimportant moments.

Line by Line Meaning

Pra que sonhar
What's the point of dreaming?

A vida é tão desconhecida e mágica
Life is so unknown and magical.

Que dorme às vezes do teu lado
It sometimes sleeps by your side, quietly.

Calada
Silent.

Pra que buscar o paraíso
Why seek paradise?

Se até o poeta fecha o livro
Even the poet closes his book.

Sente o perfume de uma flor no lixo
He smells the perfume of a flower in the trash.

E fuxica
And snoops.

Tantas histórias de um grande amor perdido
So many stories of a great lost love.

Terras perdidas, precipícios
Lost lands, cliffs.

Faz sacrifícios, imola mil virgens
Sacrifices, immolates a thousand virgins.

Uma por uma, milhares de dias
One by one, thousands of days.

Ao mesmo Deus que ensina a prazo
To the same God who teaches by installment.

Ao mais esperto e ao mais otário
To the smartest and the biggest fool.

Que o amor na prática é sempre ao contrário
That love, in practice, is always the opposite.

Ah, pra que chorar
Ah, why cry?

A vida é bela e cruel, despida
Life is beautiful and cruel, stripped.

Tão desprevenida e exata
So unprepared and exact.

Que um dia acaba
That one day it ends.

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Pra que sonhar
A vida é tão desconhecida e mágica
Que dorme às vezes do teu lado
Calada
Calada

Pra que buscar o paraíso
Se até o poeta fecha o livro
Sente o perfume de uma flor no lixo
E fuxica
Fuxica

Tantas histórias de um grande amor perdido
Terras perdidas, precipícios
Faz sacrifícios, imola mil virgens
Uma por uma, milhares de dias

Ao mesmo Deus que ensina a prazo
Ao mais esperto e ao mais otário
Que o amor na prática é sempre ao contrário
O amor na prática é sempre ao contrário

Ah, pra que chorar
A vida é bela e cruel, despida
Tão desprevenida e exata
Que um dia acaba
Acaba