Ary Barroso — Aquarela do Brasil song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Aquarela do Brasil" by Ary Barroso.
Lyrics
Brasil
Meu Brasil brasileiro
Meu mulato inzoneiro
Vou cantar-te nos meus versos
�? Brasil, samba que dá
Bamboleio que faz gingar
�? Brasil, do meu amor
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Brasil, Brasil
Pra mim, pra mim
Ah, abre a cortina do passado
Tira a Mãe Preta, do serrado
Bota o Rei Congo, no congado
Brasil, Brasil
Pra mim, pra mim
Deixa, cantar de novo o trovador
A merencória luz da lua
Toda canção do meu amor
Quero ver a Sa Dona, caminhando
Pelos salões arrastando
O seu vestido rendado
Brasil, Brasil
Pra mim, pra mim
Brasil
Terra boa e gostosa
Da morena sestrosa
De olhar indiscreto
�? Brasil, samba que dá
Bamboleio, que faz gingar
�? Brasil, do meu amor
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Brasil, Brasil
Pra mim, pra mim
Oh, esse coqueiro que dá coco
Onde eu amarro a minha rede
Nas noites claras de luar
Brasil, Brasil
Pra mim, pra mim
Ah, ouve essas fontes murmurantes
Aonde eu mato a minha sede
E onde a lua vem brincar
Ah, este Brasil lindo e trigueiro
�? o meu Brasil, brasileiro
Terra de samba e pandeiro
Brasil, Brasil
Pra mim, pra mim
Lyrics translation
Brazil
My Brazil Brazilian
My mulatto inzoneiro
I'll sing to you in my verses
�? Brazil, samba that gives
Swaying that makes you wriggle
�? Brazil, my love
Land Of Our Lord
Brazil, Brazil
For me, for me
Ah, open the curtain of the past
Take the black mother from the sawed
Boot the Congo King, in congado
Brazil, Brazil
For me, for me
Let's sing the Troubadour again
The merencory light of the moon
Every song of my love
I want to see Sa Dona, walking
Through the halls dragging
Your lace dress
Brazil, Brazil
For me, for me
Brazil
Good and tasty land
From sestrosa brunette
From prying eyes
�? Brazil, samba that gives
Wobbling, which makes you wriggle
�? Brazil, my love
Land Of Our Lord
Brazil, Brazil
For me, for me
Oh, that coconut tree that gives coconut
Where I tie my net
On clear moonlight nights
Brazil, Brazil
For me, for me
Ah, listen to these murmuring sources
Where I kill my thirst
And where the moon comes to play
Ah, this beautiful and trigueiro Brazil
�? my Brazil, Brazilian
Land of samba and tambourine
Brazil, Brazil
For me, for me