Aquarela do Brasil

August 6, 2016 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

Lyrics

.pt

Brasil, meu Brasil Brasileiro,
Meu mulato inzoneiro,
Vou cantar-te nos meus versos:
O Brasil, samba que dá,
Bamboleio, que faz gingar;
O Brasil do meu amor,
Terra de Nosso Senhor.
Brasil!… Brasil!… Prá mim!… Prá mim!…
Ô, abre a cortina do passado;
Tira a mãe preta do cerrado;
Bota o rei congo no congado.
Deixa cantar de novo o trovador,
À merencória à luz da lua,
Toda canção do meu amor.
Quero ver essa Dona caminhando,
Pelos salões, arrastando,
O seu vestido rendado.
Brasil!… Brasil! Prá mim … Prá mim!…
Brasil, terra boa e gostosa,
Da moreninha sestrosa,
De olhar indiferente.
O Brasil, verde que dá,
Para o mundo admirar.
O Brasil do meu amor,
Terra de Nosso Senhor.
Brasil!… Brasil! Prá mim … Prá mim!…
Esse coqueiro que dá coco,
Onde eu amarro a minha rede,
Nas noites claras de luar.
Ô! Estas fontes murmurantes,
Onde eu mato a minha sede,
E onde a lua vem brincar.
Ô! Esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro,
É o meu Brasil Brasileiro,
Terra de samba e pandeiro.
Brasil!… Brasil!

.en translation

Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil,
My intriguing mulatto,
I will sing you in my verses:
Brazil, samba that gives,
Swaying, that makes waddle;
Brazil of my love,
Land of our Lord.
Brazil! Brazil! For me! For me!
Oh, open the curtains to the past;
Take the black Mother away from the pastures;*
Get the King of Congo to dance the Congo.
Let the minstrel sing again,
To the melancholic moonlight,
Every song of my love.
I want to see this Lady walking,
Through the halls, dragging,
Her garments of lace.
Brazil! Brazil! For me! For me!
Brazil, beautiful and pleasant land,
Of the beautiful and brown little girl,
With the indifferent gaze.
Brazil, a green that makes,
The world to admire.
Brazil of my love,
Land of our Lord.
Brazil! Brazil! For me! For me!
This coconut tree that yields coconuts,
Where I tie my hammock,
At the light nights of moonlight.
Oh! These murmuring fountains,
Where I quench my thirst,
And where the moon comes to play.
Oh! This Brazil, beautiful and swarthy,
Is my Brazilian Brazil,
Land of samba and tambourine,
Brazil! Brazil!

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