Caetano Veloso — Aquarela Do Brasil song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Aquarela Do Brasil" by Caetano Veloso.
Lyrics
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 pra mim
Pra mim, pra mim
Ah! Abre a cortina do passado
Tira a mãe preta do cerrado
Bota o rei congo no congado
Brasil, pra mim
Deixa cantar de novo o trovador
A merencória luz da lua
Toda canção do meu amor
Quero ver essa dona caminhando
Pelos salões arrastando
O seu vestido rendado
Brasil pra mim
Pra mim, pra mim!
Brasil, terra boa e gostosa
Da morena sestrosa
De olhar indiscreto
O Brasil samba que dá
Bamboleio que faz gingar
O Brasil do meu amor
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Brasil pra mim
Pra mim, pra mim!
Oh, esse coqueiro que dá coco
Onde eu amarro a minha rede
Nas noites claras de luar
Brasil pra mim
Ah! Ouve estas fontes murmurantes
Aonde eu mato a minha sede
E onde a lua vem brincar
Ah! Esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro
à o meu Brasil brasileiro
Terra de samba e pandeiro
Brasil pra mim, pra mim, Brasil!
Brasil pra mim, pra mim, Brasil, Brasil!
Lyrics translation
Brazil, my Brazilian Brazil
My mulatto inzoneiro
I'll sing to you in my verses
Brazil, samba that gives¡
Swaying that makes you wriggle
The Brazil of my love
Land Of Our Lord
Brazil for me
For me, for me
Ah! Opens the curtain of the past
The strap of the hand and black on the savanna
Boot the congo King in congado
Brazil, for me
Let the Troubadour sing again
The moon light merencia
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I want to see this mistress walking
By the dragging halls
Your lace dress
Brazil for me
To me, to me!
Brazil, good and tasty land
From sestrosa brunette
From prying eyes
The Brazil samba that gives¡
Swaying that makes you wriggle
The Brazil of my love
Land Of Our Lord
Brazil for me
To me, to me!
Oh, that coconut tree that gives coconut
Where I tie my net
On clear moonlight nights
Brazil for me
Ah! Hear these murmuring fountains
Where I kill my thirst
And where the moon comes to play
Ah! This beautiful Brazil and trigueiro
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Land of samba and tambourine
Brazil for me, for me, Brazil!
Brazil for me, for me, Brazil, Brazil!